Several timesCharlie lamented to me how humiliating it was to experience her FMP.Especially when Mistress Ann would comment to a relative stranger tha...Charlie was"on her "monthly", or when friends were visiting that shewould tell Charlie to so show her tampon string, and other demeaning andhumiliating acts.Especially humiliating and embarrassing, was when she would tell acomplete stranger that Charlie was in her first days or her "time of themonth"! Mistress Ann would demand that Charlie show. “He might just be a ringer to test your patience. I’ve dealt with meditechs from Frunio before, they’re normally competent,” he nodded.“Take your word for it,” I shrugged. “Other than there being more casualties than expected, I think we’re doing OK.”“Yep. Whoever’s in charge is certainly getting their arse handed to them in a sling.”“Yes, appears that way,” I agreed. “And here comes another one.”At least this time the wand was informing me the Trooper was missing a limb (he wasn’t but in the. Fortunately for the art department, there was a model on their pay-roll who was perfect for the assignment.When she told Mike that she would be featured in the very publicized “100 x 100 x 10” photo challenge, he did have some doubts, but he kept them to himself. There was no way he’d get her to reconsider something that was the fulfillment of a major fantasy. She wasn’t thinking about the consequences of having so many pictures of her posted on-line. Nor was she thinking about a pattern that. Her consciousness was still only there like files in a massive cabinet. But I became adept at finding them, knowing where they were almostinstantly. That first night when I'd gone back to the hostess job, Ieffortlessly extracted information on who I knew there, how I felt aboutthem and even wisps of previous conversations, experiences we might'veshared. I was able to do the job adequately. I knew what to do, how todo it. I think I was reasonably personable. I even perused the rolecalls,.