She hadn't even said hi to him. He desperately wanted to leave right then, wanted to run away and hide in his bed. But yet she hadn't done anything me...an to him, just hadn't done what he thought she'd do. He hated her for an instant. Then he felt ashamed.Dana was giving her a look from across the bed, he thought. He couldn't tell what it meant, except possibly, "Well? Aren't you going to acknowledge Matt?" He couldn't see Jen's eyes, her reaction, but he felt vibes (was he paranoid?) that were. When the Governor found that out he dispatched the Autocar to Earth on a run to get alfalfa and some other types of seed. It will stop back by here and pick up some barley, hops and a few bare root grapes on the way back, then I'll have at least a pair of rabbits to go with my burgeoning rat population. I asked if they could bring back another unrelated pair of rats. Considering that the stagecoach belongs to the colony and that the Governor is requesting them there will be no problem with. "This isn't my doing."She leaned in. "Ever been fucked on a beach of the Arabian Sea?" saidwhispered. "You'll like it."Then she smiled and walked away.* * *The next day, the clothing felt better. And the day after. And the dayafter that.It was logical. The finest clothes, from the finest fabrics, werewomen's clothes. They fit better than men's clothing. They lookedbetter. And so it was natural that my comfort level grew. I had neverdressed in girls' clothes growing up, but I began to remember. My Mistress came out and asked would they like to buy the cage."We are going to think about it." How much. For the cage?" the other one asked."$500." my Mistress replied."I will give you $400 for the cage and $50 for the wimp inside." Done!" replied my Mistress.I suddenly realized I had just been sold by my Mistress to the two men in leather coats. I also realized in horror I was only worth a lousy $50. My Mistress had agreed to my worth. I have been sold, the property of a pair of Masters. I.