.. Mummy is painting.”“Yes, what else?”She giggled. “Tara is nudie. I wanna be nudie. Can I be nudie?”Well, that dashed one theory I had.“...o, Angie. Sorry! There’s already one too many nudists in this room at the moment.”I figured I better check all of my facts.“Angie, tell me something else about Tara.”“Tara and Mummy played a tying up game.” She pouted. “They wouldn’t let me play.”Then she giggled some more. “Sam is making funny faces.”“Yeah! That’s what I see, too. Hmm. I guess I better talk. There was no further talking after that. Sarah and Marta arrived a moment later and then everything went hazy for a few minutes. After that I found myself being grabbed by a bunch of helping hands who quickly hefted me onto the operating table in the medical clinic of the resort. As for Dindraine and Damien and Rory, I didn't even notice what had happened to them. My whole attention was taken up by what was happening to me.While Sarah prepped herself for surgery, the helping hands started. Once we got in there, it all started to get a bit more serious. He undressed me gently, to discover that I was ONLY wearing the dress and the stockings and suspenders. The stockings were from a wedding where I had been by far the youngest of the bridesmaids and we all had to dress alike. They were blue/grey. I could not find any knickers I was happy with, so I decided not to wear any, and did away with the bra as well before I set out. What a trollop.I should tell you that we had never. No more ultimate security badge pings showed up after the small airport. My android was sitting in a chair inside a heavily secured panic room somewhere in Russia, where the local dialect was the scary one I had spoken to my followers.The man-in-the-machine had already hacked into the whole building, so it was trivial to get the android into the panic room, as well as put the building into full lockdown, as soon as the person who had me followed closed the door to the panic room. They first.