The good news and the bad news.

You wake up to the sound of talking in hush tones. You see Sara and her friends getting ready to leave for school. Peter is dressed in a skintight black shirt which shows off his impressive physique. Sara is in a short, skintight, shiny, red dress and red stiletto heels. Heline is wearing hot pants and a leather corset with six inch black platform shoes.

Heline notices you are awake. "Thanks for having us over, Ms. Smythe."

Sara looks over. "Sorry, we didn't mean to wake you mom."

You point to Heline. "What about the dress code?"

"Administrator Smith said he and Carly would have a little talk with Ms. Giles." Sara licks her cherry red lips. "I can't wait to see what she is wearing. We have to go. Bye mom."

The other two echo her. "Bye, Ms. Smythe."

You take a quick shower. By the miracle of the goddess and coffee you feel refreshed and well rested despite the lack of sleep.

You arrive at work to see Greta dressed in a translucent plastic business suit.

"Welcome mistress. You have a meeting with Jonathon at noon."

You smile, Jonathan, you can't wait to feel his large powerful hands on your body. You saunter into your office swaying your ass sexily and giving Greta a show.

You are reading through your e-mails when your phone rings, you pick it up to Greta purring. "An Administrator Smith on line one, mistress."

You pick it up wondering why Sara's school administrator is calling you.

"Hello, this is Tara Smythe."

"Yes, hello, this is Administrator Smith. I needed to call you."

"Sara is allright?"

"She is much better than allright. She showed me the path to the goddess. I think she is fucking Ms. Giles even as we speak. We have a larger problem though. The parents of one of our students called and was concerned about their child's behavior. I believe they have called the DSD."

"Hmm, thank you for the warning."

You hang up, disturbed. You will have to tell Jonthan at your meeting. You only hope it doesn't destroy your chance of having him inside you.

You lay back and indulge in a brief fantasy, when Greta buzzes you again.

"Mistress, Melissa Adams on line one."

You quickly pick up.

Melissa is moaning on the line. "Oh, mistress, good news. Fuck! Right there Bill, fill me, fuck fill me up! We had a little breakthrough. Oh, yes! The emitters are done. We've started celebrating. They should provide a ninety nine point four rate of infection! Mmm!"

"They are ready for deployment already?"

"Yes, fuck yes! Oh, Any time mistress."

"Good work Melissa, I'll leave you to celebrate."

You hang up. It is nearly noon.