I smiled softly at him. ‘It already has taken effect.’ James gave me a devious look, moving over me. ‘Are you comfortable with this?’ I nodded... ‘I am.’ He bent over and kissed my bosom, lowering the straps on my bright pink nightgown. ‘So you’re ready to be my little slut again?’ I nodded. He smiled. ‘Good.’ I hadn’t worn panties that night. It made James even more hot and bothered that I was ready for his use without obstacle. He pushed the bottom of the gown upward and then pulled the top of. The book was not written for humans!We were their close cousins, though. Probably even closer than chimpanzees, who were considered by every expert to be the closest species to homo sapiens. Of course I now knew better, but I was not really an expert. Primatology — the study of apes — is about as far from Epigraphy as you could get within the wide field of anthropology.I had studied the sections on visual enhancement on and off for months now. I had a pretty good idea how to adjust it to my own. Whereas the uniform had guidelines – sort of, at college you could wear what you liked. Well almost. When I dressed for college on that late spring morning, with the sun bleaching my curtains, I thought solely of Cory. We had a one on one session in the morning. It was to go through the essay I had submitted. I had written about the changing styles in female magazines between 1958 and 2008. It was a bit saucy to be honest. I had dwelled a little on the sexy images in monthlies like Cosmopolitan. ’ I thanked him and slowly got off the gurney. He led me over to a desk with a pile of clothing and a large caliber revolver were piled. I got dressed and checked the weapon. It was a Ruger .357 magnum with 5 rounds in it. I put the empty cylinder under the hammer and carefully released it. Frank handed me a shoulder holster for the gun and a box of ammo for it. Putting the ammo back on the desk with the now holstered gun, I picked up the electric trimmer and asked where I could shave. He led.