These are the stories of Becky, Ashley, and Gabby of how they got into The List.Let’s start with Gabriela Munoz, or Gabby for short. Her and I go ba...ck a long, long time. I knew Gabby as a tomboy. She was just like one of the guys. She loved sports, as I did. She would be damn near every guy’s dream chick. Which made me easy around her. Until, we had a class together. It was World History class. She sat behind me. She was late. But my God, when she walked in, I could not believe it. Her hips. A couple of drops dribble out on my tongue. I swallow, but barely feel it and thank God for that, because the taste is bad, spoiled.Jack needs a minute to gather himself. When he does, he closes the website and turns the monitor off. I’m already standing by the door waiting for him. He fixes his pants and we leave the office together.“See you Wednesday!” he goes for the main door.“See ya!” Heaven waves at him.And Jack is gone. That’s one task complete.“What was it this time?” my friend asks. " Okay ... so?" So what if we design a collection of sex toys that are easy and comfortable to use, fully programmable by anyone, and totally safe ... no uncovered moving parts, no possibility of electrical shock or burns. I think the ultimate would be something a woman could even use in the bathtub without risk of anything except drowning." Are you thinking of a replacement for a blow-up doll? An actual sex robot?"I grinned at him, and could see that my slave was following our banter closely.. She had produced nineteen healthy baby girls for the Company'slivestock inventory, all of them Prime Grade beauties, two of them alreadyproductive Breeders themselves. But when her reproductive system faltered,Company policy and the law made her fate automatic. Her status was changedfrom Breeder to Meat and she was slaughtered. Werner had kept his purchaseoption on her active during all those wonderful years so he was able to buyher and see to it that she died blissfully stoned on O-drugs and.