"What's so funny?" She asked. "O..oh nothing, just I haven't known normal in quite some time." I said. She giggled too and said "I know, you've underg...one quite the experience, but it is for your own good really." And then I started to think, why was able to act normal now? Sure I liked looking like a female now, but I thought I was well trained to be completely obedient to my Mistress and Master, but at this very moment, it was different. Like I was just another one of the girls. An hour passed. “You too, Simon,” Martin said, and immediately there were two hands on me, one on each leg. Up and down, up & down. It was as if they didn’t know what else to do, or didn’t dare. They kept looking at me as if expecting me to push them away and they’d have retreated guiltily if I had. Martin smiled at me, a smile that said knowingly, you like it, they like it. Aloud his words were, “So what’s the big deal?”“No big deal.” I replied, shocking myself.“Precisely,” Martin agreed, gently pressing on. You ruined his life, and your ‘calculated risk’ almost killed you. If we hadn’t gotten here–‘ The Living Brain smiled. Shana had seen something that looked like that after a six-car pileup once. ‘As I said, a calculated risk. If I succeed, I’m an unstoppable engine of destruction with a 2000 IQ. If I fail, well…is there anywhere in the world that’s safer than one of your inescapable ‘prisons of tomorrow’? I calculated the moral code of the Liberty Squad to seven decimal places.’ Captain. He also lifted weights, but to little avail. He was stillthin, at best."Good evening Gentlemen. I think the rest of the group is assembled andwaiting. Can I do anything for you before the game?" Tony asked in hismost professional tone."Yeah. Can I see my pull box? And, did the special order small-pressstuff come in?" Phil asked.Tony pulled the reserved books for Phil, then began flipping throughinventory lists."Sorry, dude... the small press stuff is delayed. Some hold up indistro," Tony.