I wanted more and more to be used by these guys who ever they might be. On the day we left for the frat house Fred gave me a little gift of a pa...r of shiny, passed the knee, red boots and a small red swim suit to wear that was almost next to nothing. There were two one inch wide straps that came down over my shoulders and they just barely covered my nipples. Then the two straps came down to join together just about an eighth of an inch above my pussy. Then right where they joined together. From time to time. There was always a sitcom or a soap opera playing at the missions. People would rather watch holovision than eat, or so it seemed like to me sometimes.Anyway, Ransom's place looked cool. A big open room, thirty foot ceilings and long silk drapes around the pillars. They puffed and billowed like pastel clouds and made me smile. There were some archways leading out towards the kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom, maybe some other rooms. He had a balcony, a small one, looking down. Kaid said that our well-being depended to a large extent on being well informed about political trends and who was currently on whose shit list. It was equally true that corruption and a modicum of chaos also suited us nicely. Money really talks. Deception, wealth and our willingness to keep out of the limelight allowed us maintain the anonymity so important for our way of life. Our ability to make people forget about us helped in no small way. It's really very easy. You look into their eyes. Her rosy lips open as well, and the words »Where am I?« are tumbeling out like ivory dice on the green felt of a gambling table. »You're not hurt - we had a collision - remember? Just relax! I will make you a cup of tea!«, so I inform her, annoyed that she had interupted my private meditation. I get up quickly to make her a hot brew. A couple of drops of rescue remedy and a spoon full of honey to it, that should revive her well! And really: She drinks the whole cup in one go! »You run into me!.