The boxes were stacked along the wall. There were other boxes of kitchen plates, pots and pans waiting to find their assigned spot in the kitchen by t...he chef.I still wondered why it was so important to the agency to have a cafeteria and a chef on site. The agency was paying for that part and the restaurant would be open to the public. I guessed that there was some kind of cover story for that if anyone asked. There had to be some kind of gimmick, I was sure of that.We made our way down the hall. ”“Indeed, indeed,” Rob says licking his lips. “Give me a few days and she’ll be all proper just like Lisa is.”“I hope so,” Zayne says, looking Page over. “I’d hate for her to be thrown to the ferals.”“She’ll submit easily or the hard way,” Rob says with a shrug. “Either way, she’ll submit.”Zayne nods and looks at Page. “I would suggest you do it the easy way. Rob has no feelings when it comes to punishment.”A chill shoots through Page. It isn’t the words the man uses, but the way he says them.. After a short pause, Matt in turn said that he too used every opportunity to be in his briefs. As he lived with his parents and two younger brothers this was not so easy but after he'd gone up to his own room for the evening he'd take off his jeans, choose a pair of briefs from the pile and slip them on. He couldn't explain it, but he just felt happiest that way. (He did not, Dave noted, say what he did with the underpants he'd been wearing but Dave thought it wisest not to ask. He hoped there. I would knock on the door as Santa and Beth was my elf. The first place we went to, a 5 year old boy answered the door with his mom a few steps behind. I said, “Ho ho ho, marry Christmas”The boy turned to get his mother, “Mommy, Mommy its Santa”I plaid my part, saying, “That is right and I know little Jimmy has been a good boy.” His little sister Sue was playing shy and hid behind her father’s leg.”They found me a seat and I did the typical Santa thing. Beth handed me presents and direct.