At 3:30pm on Monday." Connie had written.When I couldn't sob any more, I marked the calendar. The next day I went out and bought a new outfit. Kane ha...d stopped caring about what I wore.On Monday afternoon, I drove out of the city to a rural area nearby that had once been farmland until drought had turned it into a dust bowl. I parked before a steel freight container which had been tastefully converted into a tiny home.Connie's electric, 4WD truck, pulled up beside my Porsche SUV. Two dogs. Two more clear water ones and I was pretty sure I was empty; everything but breakfast, I had snacks for later and I planned on a liquid – hi – protein diet anyway.One of the things I’d bought, on a whim, was a clear glass coffee mug. I set it on the table with a little sign that read ‘cum donations’. Maybe I’d get some? By about three thirty I was ready to do my hair and makeup. I’d decided on a black camisole with a padded bust, black garter belt with matching stockings and a pair of tap-pants. Also, strangely none of this was designed to get him into bed,well, not together anyway."What are you asking for Eveline? For me to come to work in a dress? Idon't think so. Maybe if you had something over me there would be theslightest of chances I would even consider the thought of even lettingyou see any more than you already know, but under the circumstances, it'snot likely, we are here alone, after tonight I can just pretend thisnever happened and make sure it never happened again."Eveline. "You've always had much better taste." She threw a pillow at me.Two weeks after the Questor's collection and my first date with Tricia, I'd had to endure quite a few jokes from the guys in the Prep Centre and the Sales Centre about bothering with a girlfriend when I could make use of any of the stock at any time I chose. I didn't think I really needed to explain that it wasn't the same thing. Besides, if things worked out the stock levels would be coming down and then where would I be?Now.