A sign, to tell me she is hesitant about leaving. I met her four months ago, on the Union Station subway platform. I had worked late that evening, so... had she. I was walking to the end of the platform; she was walking towards to me, headed to the front of the platform. I made eye contact and smiled at her. She was a blonde, tall, and very attractive middle aged woman. She was dressed in a short, pink skirt and white blouse. She looked straight back at me, expressionless, and walked right in to. I invited her to join the girls and me for lunch, and she agreed. Outside the lab she wasn’t as outgoing, but the girls made her welcome.Little Sandy was a little under five foot, maybe ninety pounds if very wet, with mousy light brown hair and glasses. She did not have a flat chest, just almost. Her little butt stuck out, accenting her tiny figure. We were a pretty strange looking group as we walked toward our dining hall. I was now a fraction over six five and weighed a colossal 190. The. I smiled and Robert said, "DeAnn, by a unanimous decision you are now the family's newest slave. You will now stand there with your feet spread apart and your hands behind your head so all the masters can look you over before the auction starts."I took the pose as ordered and Robert stepped up on the stage and looking out over the tables he said, "Alright gentlemen we are now going to auction our newest slave for a half hour of one on one time before the rest of you are allowed to have access. Additionally there was gravy for the meats. Thankfully, there were no peas served. We had had more peas on the trip here than we cared for.Ale was served with the meal, but it was not very good ale, being just barely drinkable. I did notice that most of the Officers seemed to drain their mugs and order refills ... some several times. I also noticed that many of them were paying attention to our Sisters and female Cousins. The same could not be said for the ladies, who were ignoring them."If we.