"Roberta?"A young girl popped out from behind the men. "Hello, Senora Torres!" She also was naked and had the same smooth, shiny skin and green eyes."...And Rosa? My God, what has happened to you?" We're shiny ladies now," beamed Rosa."That's right, we're goddesses," added Roberta.Monica laughed. "Someone has got you brainwashed."Roberta's cheeks flushed. "Come with us. You will see."The blonde interrupted, speaking English. "Do you understand English." A little," said Monica. She had just started. You look fine." She then held her hand out to me.Tentatively, I took it. She started pulling me back into the mall. I couldn't possibly believe that we were after more clothes. "Did we forget something?" No. I just thought we could walk around and hang out." Her smile was that same mischievous twist that gave me pause. She pulled and I bowed to her will. She had the keys to her car, which was locked, and it was a long walk back to the apartment complex. I didn't know what she had in mind, but. I listened and opened up some of my life; I lived in the UK and worked on private military contract, usually abroad in the Middle East. I was also away from home for extended periods, though was never bored with work. I started to charm Jane. I typed, “Sit on my knee”. A message appeared on my screen Jane, “Ok I’m sitting on your knee”. I realised that perhaps I could be Jane’s’ master, she had a strong side but was open to being submissive to the right person. One day whilst I had virtually. "Just set them down wherever. I'll have to start unpacking in a littlewhile anyway," Mitchell groaned and then started laughing as the pain ofhis muscles reminded him that this wasn't going to be an easy task.Thank God for Kevin Jones though. Moving would have been way worsewithout his college pal. The tall, black man looked just as beat asMitchell, and after throwing the boxes down, he stumbled and fell intothe spot right next to him about to pass out from the massive job ofmoving his friend.