The bright white boy-beater he was wearing allowed me to glimpse jet-black hair sprouting out from his pits. He wore form-fitting leather pants that e...posed all of the curves of his body, and those were many and large. The hair on his head, also a deep coalmine black, was longish, flowing over his forehead. His green cat-like eyes peered out from behind the hair. All that I took in during the few seconds before he spoke.“Some fucking slave you are…you look like some kind of baby! First things. Aliaranna smiles at the women on 7 beds sitting there nude smiling back. She looks them all over, "Good morning my latina sluts." Aliaranna says with a toothy grin. The girls call back, "Good morning mistress Aliaranna."Aliaranna looks them over more as she walks the corridor, looking at all her beautiful sluts before stopping at the sixth bed and motioning the girl to stand up, "Come with me slut, your the first for today.' The girl whose name we shall call Cilla stands up and walks behind. I found a descent garden style 2 bedroom apartment that I liked. This complex was known for being particularly LBGTQ friendly, so it was a perfect choice.The evening I first looked at this apartment, the neighbor directly below me, was just coming home from work. He was very friendly and we struck up a great conversation. I got the impression then that he was interested in more than just conversation. I was drawn to him that day, and was glad he was going to be my new neighbor. I was seeing. Bug and my dad had some sort of strange relationship based on a feigned mutual disrespect, but I wasn't sure where it came from. Bug had an eye for detail and a sense of timing that was uncanny.Plank and Opal disappeared immediately into the kitchen to visit with their son Biter, who was now the head cook for the Red Flag. Knifehand Burga had retired while I was at the Academy. Block Harnish was still running the butchery, but she had two assistants now.All the barmaids and waitresses were new.