The morning comes peacefully.

Your eyes open slowly as you wake up and take stock of your surroundings. Misty has her head nestled in the crook of your elbow and her hand resting softly on your belly. A yawn later and you can’t help but notice how lovely she truly is. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” You ask her **** form. You decide to let her rest and climb out of bed, amazed at how little pain you are in. You check yourself over in the mirror and see all external signs of last night’s gunfight have basically healed. A quick shower later and you stroll back into the bedroom and notice Misty hasn’t healed nearly as well as yourself. “I guess those healing nanite thingies work pretty good after all. Cool.” As you gather up the clothes both of you were wearing last night you notice what looks like a little note taped to your little dresser. “A gift. Dice.” You pull open the dresser and see it has what looks like 10 or more sets of clothing. Nothing that special, just an assortment of skirts, belly shirts, small tanks, a couple of pairs of shorts, and a single pair of black leather painted on tight Capri length pants. A glance to the closet reveals 5 pairs of shoes, none of which have smaller than 5” heels, and a single pair of knee length patent leather boots that zip up the front with 6” platform chunky black heels. As you pull on a lacy red g-string bikini, you hear Misty stir awake.

“Where am I?” She asks groggy.

“My place.” You answer simply, pulling up a tight black mini skirt that barely covers your ass.

“Oh yeah, off to the firing squad then?” She sits up and tugs at the cuffs locking her to the bed. “Why don’t you just come and join me? Then you could just let me go.” She gives you her most seductive look, tweaking her nipple as she does.

“Sorry, you are worth $100k. Not to mention if I let you go I will have yet another company pissed off at me. No can do. One big powerful enemy is plenty. I am going to try to convince them to keep you alive, but that is the best I can do.” A quick look in the drawer and you settle on a tight black belly shirt with a yellow smiley face on it with a bullet hole in it’s head, after you don’t find a single bra. You toss her a simple black tank top, skirt, and her boots, “Get dressed, or I take you naked.” Picking through your shoes, you decide to go with the boots and no stockings.

“Gee thanks.” She says dejected, making a good show at how impossible it is for her to get dressed with her hand cuffed to the bed.

Dressed you give your hair a little tussle, once again mesmerized at how hot you are, and walk over and set her free. She steps into you and tries to give you a kiss, extending her obviously lengthened tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to give in as part of you knows you might be walking her to her ****. She gives up and seems resigned to her fate as she doesn’t say another word as you gather up your weapons, jacket, and walk her downstairs. As you step outside it hit’s you. You left your car at inferno, and you ditched your stolen ride last night. “Fuck.” You say simply, drawing a smile from Misty.