In the lab theyhad treated her like a thing, except for Susan of course, but in theworld would she just be treated as a different kind of thing? She k...ewpeople would see her body first and foremost. After all, that was thewhole point of the Genomorph program. Would that be any better thanbeing seen as a lab rat?She had one spark of hope and it was the big trucker. He treated herlike a person. No, that was not right; he treated her like a lady. Whenthey stopped he helped her out of and later. I'd read enough. I decided I needed to confront her with these texts. Leaving the boys downstairs to play their video games, I entered the bedroom where she was laying down watching TV, still in her business-like skirt and blouse, and closed and locked the door behind me. I showed her the phone and told her we needed to talk. She sat up quietly and quite nervously. I started to read the texts out loud, my voice cracking from being nervous, as well as excited. She sat there in complete silence. " What's your name, sweetie?" Joan's stomach became uneasy. She spoke to her and she smiled back to her. " You are the one." " I guess." " Lucky you." The woman handed her a room key. "Room five and he says to lie on the bed with the blindfold and the gloves before he will enter." Joan nodded her head. Joan stepped out and walked to the car. " I'll be all set. I'll call your cell phone when I'm done here." Jessica smiled and nodded. " Sounds good. Have fun tonight." " I will try." Joan kiss. Patrick was trying to play bartender and was mixing all kinds of stuff. By three o’clock, everyone was stuffed and had a nice buzz. Carol and Bobby had a rule that you had to wait an hour after your last drink before you could drive home so the first person did not leave until four o’clock.Jenny was smashed and an hour’s wait was not going to do her any good so Stan offered to take her home. Tommy, Ivan and a few others headed for the game room to shoot pool. Patrick walked to the far end of.