" WEARER PASSWORD ACCEPTED. SLAVE-GIRL OUTFIT UNLOCKED." What was that? What did you say, belt? Slave-girl?" WEARER COMMAND ACCEPTED. AWAITING OWNER V...OICE REGISTRATION..." Owner voice registration? What do you mean?" OWNER VOICE ERROR - IDENTICAL TO WEARER. AWAITING OWNER VOICE REGISTRATION..." I've had enough of this. Belt, modify colour black." OWNER VOICE ERROR - IDENTICAL TO WEARER. AWAITING OWNER VOICE REGISTRATION..." That's not good. Belt, remove." OWNER VOICE ERROR - IDENTICAL TO. On the way, I could get her details. She was a mother of two and her husband lived in Udupi looking after the business along with children.As the journey continued, the conversation eased up. She opened up much and told me that she had caught me staring at her many times during the training. I was baffled.Later, her home arrived and she invited me in. I was joyed and went in. She served me a cup of coffee. I said I would depart as it was late night by then.Suddenly, the power went off due to a. Marilyn needed a new license, in her new name. She had her New York license and her birth certificate and our marriage license, but still needed to take the tests. After lunch we drove over to the base, and we went about getting her an ID card, so that she could go to the PX, or Post Exchange, sort of a shopping center on the base. It was a long day, but nowhere near as bad as Saturday coming home. Technically, I was no longer on leave, but Captain Harris was, by prior agreement, turning a. We checked in the hotel and met up at the hotel’s restaurant for dinner. That was the first time I ever saw her in a western dress where she wore a white shirt and a blue denim jean which suited her really well and again she never exposed her skin. We sat opposite to each other at the table and most of the time when she was speaking I was just checking her body out. That evening nothing interesting happened and as usual she never touched the topic which I wanted to. We retired to bed as we had.