She hated me. "Sorry. I didn't mean too..." I might be drunk... but I know what I want. And right now... it's not you, Mr Nasty. Now, move to one side..."Jake, shouted from the living room. "Need a hand Dawn? Want me to come in?"Dawn stared at me with a drunken, but angry stare. She pushed me with both her hands, but lacked the strength or conviction to move me. "Let me go."I didn't know what to do. Should I leave Dawn to these two a****ls? And if I do, where do I go? Walk the night streets in. Following their swimming match, Karla had led the way to tennis courts which, like the pool, were the finest in the republic. It had been an almost instant replay of their swimming experience, although this time the guard commander had alerted his people so all they received were the most precise salutes the security guards were capable of executing. Again they borrowed both racquets and clothing. To Karla’s amusement, they already had both clothing and tennis shoes in the appropriate sizes.. I was told to put on longerpink nails so I could practice serving and opening cans and bottleswith long nails."Now you're really one of us," I heard Monica say behind us."Wow," I said. "I love this! I'm so cute!" Yes, you are. And this is only training. Imagine the thrill youwill be feeling when you do your first shift next week." Next week! That's not long. Oh, I hope I'm ready." That's what training is for. Just trust your programming. Alwaysmaintain a connection with your feminine. It had to be ten minutes before they stopped kicking me. Then the ones holding my arms pulled me up and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as the knife buried itself. I was stabbed six more times before they let me fall to the floor. I was barely conscious when one of them reached down and jabbed his finger into my stomach. When I came too I found myself at the Hospital in the IC. I had been there two days, in and out of surgery. I spent six days at the hospital before I was release to go home..