He continued to pound on the door and was yelling," I just saw thecutest little thing go into this apartment and I got a pretty good idea whoshe is o... should I say who he is"." Open up cutie pie". " You open this doorright now or I'll tell everybody in the building". I didn't know what to do.I opened the door and pulled him in to my apartment and told him to shut up.He came in and sat down on my couch. He said that he heard my heels clickingdown the hall and saw me through his peep hole. If I. "Put something on!" I gasped.She looked at me, and then at her clothes, which were on the floor by her feet, where she'd thrown them. Then, for whatever reason, she whirled and went to get her robe, which was hanging on a hook by the door. She shrugged into it, her fingers fumbling with the belt as she went out the door.Left in a bright room, naked, in Lynne's bed, which she had vacated as if she was fleeing from a bounty hunter, I wondered what I should do. The idea of getting dressed and. . modifications the client wants. And unlucky for you, the list of alterations your new owner has requested is very long indeed. I'd say there's at least a few months of work before you're ready to for psychological conditioning.?He made a few ticks on his checkboard, then stopped suddenly as he read over the next enhancement. ?Dear oh dear, you are in for a bumpy ride? he mumbled quietly. Samantha tensed in the chair. She'd heard. He reached in his pocket and took out a small radio. He pressed. My tight black stretch topheld my breasts in place without the benefit of a bra and clearlyoutlined my nipples. The jingle-jangle of my anklet always seemed tocheer me up. I was feeling much better by the time I got to theelevator.10.Ms. Thane sat behind her large glass desk dressed in a red-pantsuit. Hersalt-and-pepper hair was pulled back tightly. She didn't wear any make-up. She was what they called a handsome woman. As head of HumanResources, I knew that she wielded the power of life and.