"Now attired in just the lower half and a lacy blue bra, Mihoshi finally looked up, studying Key as she inspected the just removed article."I'm not on... hundred percent sure what these are made of?" Kiyone mused studying the material while 'clucking over some minor stains."They don't exactly meet official dress regs." She smiled glancing up."Still, be a shame to waste 'em."Key stopped cold, noticing a certain burning look at her fixed upon Mihoshi's face."Yew alwas tack suc good care of me Key!". "I will show you your sleeping quarters", she said as she led me down another hall until we reached a large open area,Here there were three long rows of sleeping platforms (or pods) with clear plastic covers and cameras everywhere. I immediately understood. It was exactly like the sleeping room at the slave training facility. Everything was designed to supervise sleeping slaves so that there could be no masturbation during the night. She saw from the expression on my face that I understood."Now. On the other hand, seeing Rachel almost sent me into shock. She was a flirtatious teen I fantasized about for sixty years. Then, suddenly she was flesh and blood, holding my hand and eventually making love to me.”“But she wasn’t part of this world?”“No. The variant of this world I came from had no National Service, for example, and would never get one because our politics are so divided that the mention of anything mandatory would bring attacks from every side. The liberals would consider it. "Yea yea, whatever." My cheeks blush a bit more as I respond and walk out the door. With the sun shining and smiling people about their business I try to enjoy my walk but I just can't get my sister out of my mind. Why does she always do that to me? Ever since we were younger she's always known about my masturbation habits and always teased me about it. She was never mean but once she realized that I was a bit of a horn dog and always locked away in my room she would manage to poke fun at me.