I paid the quad each for our dinner, wine, breakfast, and stabling for our animals. Our bed was only a little mildewed. Everything was damp.There was ... fire in the main room, though, and the innkeeper brought us a good meal that we shared with his family sitting around one table. They had a mixed heritage. It wasn't uncommon in the borderlands. I'd seen mixed couples even in Mule's Crossing. In the inn, the family was used to seeing Caucasians in the caravans, though it was less common at this. Within a few seconds we heard her through the intercom: "Hello?" It's us," Demie replied."Oh, thank Satan...come up." Then the door buzzed and we were in.The apartment door opened as we approached and I was surprised at how old Eudora looked. When I had met her she didn't look much older than Demie, although I didn't really know how old either of them were. They had both looked in their twenties, in the prime of their womanhood, but Eudora now looked around maybe fifty. Still voluptuous, but. In gym the guys would tease me but it was the way life was. At home it seemed right wearing panties, slips and a skirt or dress. I never understood it but this is how I was raised. Hand me down dresses and blouses was what I always wore. School was horrible and the guys fought me all the time. I had to defend myself all the time. Then one day I stopped school and my s****rs taught me at home. I finally graduated from high school. I dated here and there but I was always attracted to guys. One. "What, Jon?" she asked addressing the Master."That condition we found in the slave that got away, the one that Belial set? I found another," he said and pointed at the woman on the table.The Mistress looked down at the woman and then back at the Master."Get rid of her," she said."You don't want me to experiment and see what the flag is? I'm implanting her with the newest BCI; she was supposed to be my second test subject. Whatever the flag that Belial set is, it can't affect my implants," said.