Lunch

A growl from you stomach reminds you that despite getting breakfast from Heather, it was a small portion and it was just about lunch time. Since this is a beach vacation, you decide that fish is the best choice.

Less than ten minutes later, an automatic trolley rolls though the apartment door with a mouth watering smell.

“For your starter, we have a selection of shellfish, prepared several ways. For your main we have octopus, served with fresh noodles and a chilli dressing. For a drink, there is a pitcher of fruit juice from our very own gardens.”

What Sam doesn't tell you is that the starters are laced with a strong aphrodisiac and the main with something to start shaping you while still in the bodysuit. As with this morning, there is again estrogen in the drink.