”“Look, Mr Philips,” she said sarcastically, “I know you were probably expecting some rundown joint with worn-out old asian women giving you a...happy ending, but that’s not the kind of business I run. I only hire local girls. Girls that wanna be here and that enjoy the work they do. I’ve got morals and standards. Whoever you pick, I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”I swallowed nervously.“No, sorry. Just...surprise me, I guess.”“Surprise you?”“Y-yeah.”She rolled her eyes at me and closed the book. Maybe that's the way it went.Trying to become that illusionary boy was an easy step after that. Butof course it couldn't work: the boy never existed. He was the only oneto believe in that non-existent past.But not anymore.Sitting in front of Ms. Parker's desk Lucia Gaines looked down at herknees. They were perfectly crossed below the high hem of her sky-bluedress.Her pink-tipped fingers elegantly flattened an invisible wrinkle.Lifting her upper foot she watched the pointed sky-blue nose of. “Grey matter.” He said with disapointment. “I wanted scary, not scarcely seen.” He chuckled at his own joke. “Still, when life gives you lemons and all…” he rushed to a small air vent on the floor, it led through to the bathroom. He could hear the sounds of the shower running. “Someone of my size could cause a little chaos to the plumbing I suppose.” He slid himself into the vent and ran through to the other side. The vent was an obstacle course of dust balls and even a live cockroach. “So much. Once my mom closes the door I scramble to the window. And as soon as I hear my mom's car pull out of the driveway I rush to get my phone. After about 30 minutes with nobody returning, I text my Master, telling him of my unsupervised week alone. Within minutes I get a reply back. “Slave, strip naked and prepare yourself. When you are done, sit by the door waiting for me. I will be there in about 30 minutes.”Rushing around, I strip off my clothes and put on the collar, cuffs, nipple clamps, and.