I parked the car up in its usual location and headed off to find out my fate for the next six months at least. Thank God the meeting was first thing, ...so I didn’t have time to get into any real flurry. I looked around and there was already two people waiting. Some guy wearing a real nice suit and reading something off an A4 sheet. Another female, with that kind of, I don’t know why the hell I’m here look, cause the guys always get the cool jobs. And me, surely a hot contender, but we’d see. . To my growingdiscomfort, I began to realize that almost everything here was just asboring and ill-suited as the stuff in the men's department. It was alleither very cute and demure or very proper and conservative or somecombination of the two and it was all just so boring. God, thatdescribed my whole wardrobe didn't it? Had I really been wearing thissort of thing my whole life?Nevertheless, Evan prowled the racks like a leopard, hoping to findsomething nice. It was slow going. Good finds were. Claire strained against her conditioning and tried to remember what Michael told her. This was just like roleplaying, she told herself. “They’re not even trying to look rapeable,” Claire muttered to Kitten, who nodded sadly. These poor sluts didn’t even know what they were supposed to be doing. Claire was visibly pregnant, and her cover story was that she had been raped (which wasn’t totally untrue) and forced to keep the rapist’s baby. She and Kitten were lovers, trying to get justice. Claire. “Well then, are you two start sleeping together too?” I asked. They both just smiled as if I wouldn't like it.“Would you be OK with that too?” Jack asked. “Well yes, but just one thing though if you wouldn't mind,” I replied. Then they both looked at each other for a minute. “What?” Candy asked. “I wanna get a really close look at you two,” I replied. Then they looked at each other once again, they weren't sure what to say to that honestly. “You wanna watch us have sex?” Jack asked. “Yes, I.