I was busy trying to figure everything for the party when I heard Arpita calling me. As I looked at her I was shocked to see she was in a white saree ...with ample cleavage. The saree was below her navel showing her curvy hips. I was shocked and kept staring at her.She asked me what happened. I recover a bit and told her its nothing. She then came and sat beside me. She started talking about Shruthi but my whole concentration was on her milky white boobs dangling in front of me through the. From behind me, as I grabbed the door handle, his voice menacingly warned, ‘You better not, or you won’t have job to come back to.’ My smile quickly vanished. Nothing like a good reality check to dampen a mood. Good old Mr. Morrison, he always knew how to smother happiness. I met Deborah Coultier everyday for lunch, for the next week. She took me to the most ridiculously expensive and posh stores in the city, explaining what styles were in fashion in France, what styles were appropriate for the. A handsome face appeared in the doorway, his face was warm and soft but he appeared to be as unsure of me as I was he.“Hello little kitty?” he said tentatively.“I've come to play with you for a while” he said approaching my cage with slight trepidation. When he fumbled with the keys clutched tightly in his hand, and he was visibly shaking, I couldn't suppress a squawk of delirious laughter, it had more of a cute edge than a sinister one and he smiled at me and set the keys down as he sat. Your medical bay. NOW.The lurch, and he was standing in the spotless whiteness of the small medical bay in Cassiopeia's bunker. An avatar was standing by the single medibed.Tristan, with a single stride, stood above the bed and gently lay Aesia down."Tristan, my protocols will not allow me to heal the Sicceian."It took a moment before Tristan realised what the avatar had said. "Cassiopeia, you have to be fucking joking!" Tristan felt anger rise from the pit of his stomach threatening to.