Clean panties and the same trainer bra that I had worn yesterday. Yellow tights, pink blouse and the red miniskirt. I slipped my feet into the rubber ...iding boots. The strong rubber odour from them reminded me of when Mei Ling had been wearing them, and I had knelt before her and kissed and licked them.The gaudily clad girl looked back at me from the mirror. She brushed her long blond hair, but it was me holding and using the brush.I slipped on the black PVC thigh length jacket, hearing it. " No, I mean your beliefs, why you do the things you do."He looked at her sharply but saw no malice in her eyes as she corrected him."I grew up near one of your family's pits." He said, "My father was a miner, like his father before him and going back down the line. In those days there were plenty of accidents, less supposed safety than there is now and the men would work for a pittance. But my father worked every day to put food on the table. I had two sisters and a brother. He worked the. Since there had to be air tight doors all over theplace incase of air leakage and other problems that could happen inspace that would control all of their movements to a point of where theywould be locked into a bedroom until they changed or else starved todeath.Since the computer selected the jobs based on the need and theabilities, I just added sex to the job description. Girls could only dogirl jobs. Since the computer selected the diets of what everyone ate,to keep them fit, it would be. While she put the milk away, Mark set the table and then put the food on it. Jean washed up and joined him. “Thank you, Mark,” she said.He just nodded at her but didn’t make eye contact. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. Once they were finished, he cleaned up and then disappeared downstairs to his workshop. Jean sadly headed into the room that he had made for her to use as her new laboratory.Mark had lined the walls to make it warmer and had even provided her with an outside door and.