My toy licked the cream off of her lip and gulped audibly. She knew she was going to be punished. I never let my toys disobey me. “What the hell do...you think you’re doing?” I demanded.“I just wanted some cream, Master….” She looked at me cutely, begging me to be lenient with her eyes.“This late? You’re supposed to be in bed- and that’s my special cream!”She looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know….”“You know what this means don’t you?” She shook her head, short hair. Thereafter the shuttle bus was used to transfer the trainees from Sloane Square to the orbitals and the passenger terminal. Herded like food bovines, the trainees were directed across the air bridge to their first look at a spaceship really close up. To keep them clear of the outfitters, the trainees were held aft and introduced to the machinery they would be working, the raw material and the end products from the weavers.The next day was at Sloane Square for lectures on skin suits and that. .. all those different hearts, beating right here..." and she kissed my chest."You're serious," I said.She looked up at me with those clear blue eyes. "Stoney, we used the 'L-word'. Isn't that the epitome of 'serious'? I know it's not, not with a lot of people, but I thought that you..." I was dead serious, Jo, my little flower. I worried that I might have missed something and you were one of that 'lot of people'." See. You listen to what I say." The smile was there. "And no, I'm not one of 'a. Andy asked me, ‘‘How badly do you want the Bull?’’The Doc had interrogated the two men that were transporting the two girls across the border. They were paid twenty five hundred dollars apiece to kidnap and deliver them to a San Antonio client by the Bull. They were selling them to their friends along the way. They made the trip every month with two new girls.Yeah, I wanted the Bull. He and those two were going to be the first to face the security zone justice system. I had it all planned out..