She was rising for the bait. "I set an egg-timer," I explain. "If the girl gets me off within ten minutes, then she gets the money. If it takes long...r than ten minutes, then they obviously don't know what they are doing. I only pay for quality." "Ten minutes?" Patricia asked, nervously giggling. "I didn't think any guy could hold out for that long." "I usually don't, but I had to set that limit after wasting my money on some terrible incidents," I said. "Listen, normally I wait till the. The blood huts had been designed by a very clever administrator, and the water flowed in and out of it via an effective filtering system. Some of the young administrators monitored the filters, and released the young women once the blood flows had stopped. She hated the hut, but she put up with it for the good of the tribe.She was expecting to be released in the next few hours, depending on when the normally reliable administrators checked the filter next. As it turned out, a male administrator. That could wait. It was neither the time nor the place for it.A quick mental calculation told me that the raise in January would go a long way toward helping me pay my legal bill. I was well paid to begin with, but the extra would give me some breathing room I didn't expect to have. On top of that, I could sell my car and realize a few hundred dollars from that. Yes, things were going to be a little easier than I anticipated.True to his word, Frank announced my new position at the staff. After a minute he pulled away and blushed. “We…didn’t know what to do when Susan started dressing that way,” he said softly. “At first it was all religious, but then, for me, it was something more. I’d find myself looking at the smooth skin of her thigh or she bend over and I catch a glimpse of her panties and I’d get a very unfatherly feeling. Before she moved out I’d find myself getting her panties out of the dirty laundry just to smell them. I would never do anything with her…but I can’t.