Like all people living on the edge of society, she didn't doubt that she had broken some rules; she was just trying to figure out which of them I migh... know about. I placed them into interview rooms two, four and five, telling each of them to take a seat before I closed the doors, which then locked.Normally, at this point, I would wait for a bit; maybe watch them by using the camera in each room. In this case I watched only Natalie. She was so nervous she looked as if she might pee her pants.. “Morning dear I know you have a client to meet at 9 so I thought I would get breakfast ready early. Plus Akira had to be over to Alicia’s early today for yoga. I’m so glad she found a friend to spend time with. I was afraid she wouldn’t meet any friends till she started college.”“I know. They have become fast friends. Oh before I forget I’ll stop off at the library on my way home to make copies of Akira’s working papers and visa. I don’t want her to really take the originals just in case they. Monica started to giggle slightly in anticipation as she climbed over the ErotoBots knee and then when she was in position she said “Tell me I’m a bad girl.”“You are a bad girl” Steve said and Monica felt the first slap on her behind. It stung quite badly at first, but then it wasn’t too painful and she started to enjoy it. Each slap was perfectly accompanied with shouts of. “BAD GIRL.”“YOU’RE A VERY – VERY - BAD - GIRL - BAD - GIRL - BAD - GIRL - BAD – GIRL.”“D’you want me to take my knickers. ..I looked down and found that I had crumbled the business card in my hand.***The waiting room of the agency was filled with young men in the 18-20range, most thin, most somewhat smallish, and many who, to the casual eye,could be related to me. The agency was definitely after a type. But there were some big differences. Despite physical similarities, thesewere LA "wannabe" model types. Their hair was slick, their clothes wereblack, they lounged about without a seeming care in the world..