António de Santana Soares, the Prime Minister of Portugal, closes the door quietly behind him and says, ‘It is not a problem Mr. President.’ ‘H...ve you heard anything about President Ludovico this morning?’ Candido asks with a frown forming on his face. The Prime Minister stands next to the president to look out the window. ‘So far they have determined it was a car bombing. Do you have a fear sir?’ ‘The New World Regime has taken credit for the attack,’ Candido answers. ‘And yes I have reason to. All I can really think about is how thiswill make for some crazy-ass novella whenever I wake up from this crazydream. Suddenly I see and feel a strobing white light and I no longerfeel like myself. My vision washes out and the next thing I know, I'mlooking up at my own face and holding that crazy headgear that Hetty waswearing a couple minutes ago up against my own head.It's my own face looking down at me. "How do you feel, babe?" he asks.My eyes go wide. I'm having a bit of trouble processing. I ached to be her slave. I wanted to worship her beautiful tits and cunt and serve her with my tongue and cock. But I was a failure. What could I do?I raced after her. "Mistress, if I enroll at the SexSlave Academy and get good grades will you let me try to serve you again?"She paused, turned and considered me thoughtfully. I sank to my knees before her in an imploring posture."I'll work hard and take every course you think is important, Mistress. But please give me another chance."And that is. I depended on Joyce to point me in the direction where my presence was most required, and where it would do the most good.Business information came to me mostly from Joyce, but I still made it a practice to speak with my Dad at least three or four times a week. We were seeing a lot of Mama as well, because she was coming down to Lawrence to bring us design changes for the nursery wing extensions.The addition being added to Uncle Bunny's house was almost completed, in spite of the fact that both.