She stood up and took my hand. She was short at about Five Eight and looked slim in that tight fitting dress. “Janis is the girl that I was telling ...ou about and that I’d like you to accompany her to the Company Party. I know this is short notice, but it is what it is. Why don’t you both pop on down to the corner Tapas Bar and get to know each other. Now off you go I have work to do.”We hurried out of the office and stopped by Neva’s desk. We were both stunned. Things were moving too fast and. I wentalong with things for a long while, I guess on some level I enjoy beingin the submissive role with women...but eventually she pushed too far. Idon't even remember why she slapped me and called me her bitch, I do knowthat she ended up with a hospital visit while I got 100 hours ofcommunity service and a mandatory anger management class (apparently myknowledge of martial arts made things a bit more serious.)The biggest take-away I had from this relationship is that submissivedoes not mean. Sammy was an exceptional athlete with a tremendous, positive attitude. He was a good looking kid, slender with above average height, built like a basketball player. In fact, he was a very good basketball player. He probably could have been good at any sport but he chose to limit himself to basketball and baseball. Sammy was the best base stealer I ever coached and I coached a few. Over a twenty year period, I probably coached 500 or more baseball players of varied age and skill levels. I. I scuttled out, moving quite easily on my six legs. Though I’d never possessed them, my imbuing powers always adjusted me to the quirks of my proxy, giving me surprising ability to move in them.“I’ll keep watch on your body, Princess,” Greta said, a hungry sound in her voice.I tried to speak, but only a clicking sound came out. I had mandibles instead of lips. I couldn’t form human sounds with its mouth. Well, I didn’t need to talk right now. I needed to spy.I raced across my bedchamber’s floor.