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from a meat hook on the walls."
They didn't, although truth was we wouldn't have minded. Oh, they did a little
fanny pattin' and tit grabbin' now and again, but overall they probably treated
us better than they did their own kind. They even hauled out some old blankets
when the chill got greater so we could wrap 'em around ourselves.
Fact was, the three of us did a lot of it in the back, there. It seemed normal
and natural to make out, it felt good, and helped pass the time.
Eventually we got there, not over highways but back country mountain roads. We
didn't really see the place till we was inside it, but when we got there and the
door opened it was clear we was at our new home. Big place, but with lots of
buildin's, grounds, and people. We got took into the basement of the big house
where they let us shower, fed us, then put us in this tiny room with no windows,
a bare light bulb, and a big old mattress on the floor that was big enough for
the three of us. We was exhausted from the trip and just slept. They left the
chains on.
The next day they processed us. There was a couple of people in lab whites and
one older guy in black uniform who wore glasses. He came up to me. "Name?"
"Beth, suh."
He looked on his chart, then started in. First he tried to get me mad by makin'
nasty comments, then he both scared and hurt me a little. I said "Ow! You
huhtin' me, suh!" but that was about the extent of my rebellion. Finally they
gave us a bunch of shots with this injector gun, took X rays and scanned us with
something, then took us in to a hypnoscan, although as Beth I had no idea what
it was. It was definitely something Vogel was not supposed to have in this
world, that's for sure. I can't say what they did with it, but I can guess they
was lookin' for somebody just like I was-a plant. Jamispur must have known his
business; I passed. The hypnoscan couldn't find a trace of Brandy anywhere, nor,
apparently, did any of the cosmetic changes show.
Time had no meaning for us, so I don't know how long we just hung around there,
but finally this woman also in black and with real short hair came for us and
brought us up to the main floor and took us into a room that was nicer than any
of us had ever seen. We got cleaned and scrubbed and then perfumed, and our
nails got trimmed and painted, they put on real heavy makeup which was foreign
to us, pierced our ears and gave us earrings, even did our hair. We liked it,
but we also knew we was about to meet our owner.
In all the plannin' back at headquarters, the one thing that never entered
anybody's head was that Vogel would see all three of us at the same time. He
never allowed nobody else in the Safe Room, that was sure, but three at once
wasn't even considered, yet that's what happened. It was the first kinda thing
Sam had worried about from the start-there were too many things you couldn't
think of. If the number of unexpected and unanticipated things was too high, the
thing would go wrong real fast. And we all knew some things would go wrong.
That's why you needed a thinkin', experienced human being in there and not just
some hypno-programmed anybody. My job was to improvise.
We waited around awhile; we was all excited, and Lavinia whispered, "Dis new
massa be one big stud to take us all de same time. Don't y'all fuck up, now. A
gal kin git used t'this shit."
We'd all moved up from tribal to house status, and clearly Lavinia saw visions
of makeup and perfume and comfortable living if we all pleased him. It didn't
matter that our chains were still on.