I glanced around to see the how many guys are checking her out because I know that she is hot and bothered and ready to play right now - some guy or g...l in her is about to get lucky. I see a guy sitting nearby at the bar and he is stealing glances especially when she turns around - so I whisper in her ear - go get him. She knows the drill - she has a task and she will fulfill it because I have yet to see a man who showed interest willing to turn her down. She walked over to him and held her. It had started innocently enough, texts exchanged by two people who occasionally came into contact with one another through work. Then one day, as he was sat in his car with his daughters in the back, a text came through that was different in tone, the references to liking what she saw, to feeling hot, to meeting up, were out of character with all that had gone before. He responded in kind and waited for the reaction. It was quick in coming.Maybe it was the girls in the back of the car that. "Ah, you're awake, slut. Too bad for you, I suppose, but not that I mind," the voice of the doctor said. "You've been weaned off the mind-altering drugs we gave you earlier; your Mistress wanted you to be fully aware of what has happened to you." The doctor, Craig and Donna all appeared in her line of vision."Hello, fuckface. Remember me?" Donna cruelly grinned. "You've been out for a while... over a month, as a matter of fact, while my doctor friend made a few modifications to your body. Since. She helped you so much that the least you can do is return the favor.”“Laying the guilt on thick, aren’t you?”“Not guilt, Steve, compassion and concern. That’s why you’ll help her. You still love her, even if you probably will never be a couple again.”I sighed, “I do love her. I assume that you two talked a lot on the way here?”“We did. She’s got her head on straight, at least about you. Maybe she’s putting up a false front, but she seems to be honest about the situation. I pretty much.