I want to see you piss yourself, Miss Spencer. I am going to teach you when to come and when not to come. When to piss and when not to piss. I am goin...g to teach you how to be the perfect fuck toy. Is that understood?”“Yes, Ma’am.”I’m not sure she actually heard my words, soft as they were. Still, she smiled, resting her forearms comfortably upon the padded armrests."Roll over on you back, baby. Roll over and spread your legs, knees in the air.”Mortified, I moved from my side to my back, lying. " You're cuter than Rob, too." I'm not looking forward to going back to the mad house at the airport tomorrow, so why don't we meet sometime tomorrow to talk about it," I said."Britt, who do you work for? I'll call Rob tonight and let him know that we will be meeting." I'm not sure. I guess Freedom Trucking, although it could be Stop and Go truck stops. I'll need to check." You don't know who you work for." Let's just say I'm a consultant to a number of companies. I'm in charge of overseeing. You will most likely start at the beginning of next month. Thank you, I breathlessly mouthed as I hung up the phone. I was in absolute shock. My body was trembling. Did you do this? I asked the computer. No response. I typed, Did you do this? Invalid command. Is this thing magic? Give me one hundred dollars. It responded: In which denominations? Twenties. Where? On my desk. The machine hummed louder and then stopped. Five twenty dollar bills had blinked into existence on the desk immediately. “Uhhh, Saturday I have to work.”Jane was dumbfounded. “Work?”“Yeah, at the Word Works bookstore. I work there every summer, but they want me to come in Saturday to help with inventory. That’ll take all day and probably most of the evening. Man, I don’t know when I’m gonna get all my schoolwork done...” Jane jumped in. “Oh, I didn’t tell you—I’ve got a summer job too!” Then her mind leaped to another thought. “Oh, wait, what about Sunday? You’re not working Sunday, are you?” “No, but.