Princess Diaries (07): Bell Licensed

I got an idea of how connected Bete?s organization was on Sunday morning when Curly took me to the DMV. The place was locked down, of course, but a short wide woman with a Filipino accent met us at the locked glass door. Curly pulled a fat envelope from his breast pocket. She opened the door, grabbed the packet, and motioned us in.*Despite the obvious bribe, the woman ran me through the driver?s test and the eye chart before she took my photo with the official DMV camera. Apparently, even with a bribe, the DMV has standards. Anyway, I was walk back to the car holding a legitimate California motor vehicle license still warm from the press.?Alanna R. Morgan,? I read. ?I have a nom de guerre? and she can drink!??Alanna was born five years before you and died about about the same time. We resurrected her???Now she has my face and lives in San Francisco...?, the address looked like something in North Beach.?She works only for us. She vanishes otherwise,? he said, serious now.?So Alanna doesn?t buy alcohol for her friends,? I nodded. I handed him the card. ?Here. Yoga pants. No pockets.?Curly accepted ankara travesti the card from me with a wink. We drove to a university medical building in SOMA. Alanna had an appointment for a full physical, STD screening, and shots for birth control, HPV, and? other things.?What?s this one for?? I asked when she pulled out yet another vial.?This is the reason my organization works with yours,? the doctor said. She was a young brunette, maybe thirty, cute but with a prominent nose which made her look nerdier than she already was. She explain without waiting for me to ask. ?We?re in the delivery design phase of an experimental new? viral prophylactic.? *She said it like she?d thought up the phrase extemporaneously.*?Experimental?,? I asked. What the fuck had I gotten myself into??Yeah, people in your line of work are ideal subjects.? She put a hand on my shoulder, ?don?t worry. It?s a stronger version of PrEP and in very late stage testing, soon to be approved. We?re mostly testing the delivery system. I?ve been on it for six months, no side effects and it is effective, travesti ankara I can promise you won?t catch any viral STDs.?She jabbed and emptied the syringe into my arm while I was still pondering a world without STDs. She picked up something that looked like a rubber stamp cartridge, flipped my wrist over, and stamped me hard. It hurt worse than laser hair removal, ?Ouch!?*?See this?? she asked, ignoring my pain completely. There was a tiny angry red ?plus? on my wrist. ?Think of it as a temporary tattoo. It gets absorbed as the viral prophylactic weakens. Tomorrow it?ll be light brown. In three months it?ll suddenly start to fade away. Make sure you stop working visit me before then.?--?The doc needs to work on her bedside manner,? I said, once we were back in the car. ?I didn?t ask for that vaccine, the tattoo thing hurt, and she didn?t give a damn.?As usual, Curly said nothing. Instead he pulled back his left cuff, there were two crosses, one nearly faded away and the other, clearly brown. I made a note to check the wrist of the rest of Bete?s staff.--Just after noon ankara travestiler I found Jinny down in the gym punching a big bag. She asked if I would like to spar with her. I didn?t know how. She seemed to get a thrill out of teaching a nude student basic stances and throws. After an hour we both needed a shower. She pulled me under the hot water to spar in an altogether different style. Jinny wasn?t interested in using me, she wanted me to have as much fun as possible.As the cook got dressed I checked her wrists for the mark. She had none. But I noticed her put a holstered pistol down the front of her pants. It seemed everyone in the house was armed except me.--I spent the afternoon browsing among the thousands of books of all types in Bete?s library. Finally, I settled on Gone Girl then sprawled out on a couch to read the book which amplified the effect of the smaller butt plug working it?s lesser magic on my libido. *?How?s the weekend been??I jumped a bit at John?s voice so close to me. He walked into my view next to the couch, towering over me.?Startling, and a bit scarey,? I said, lamely. I put the book down but remained supine with one knee up against the backrest and the other splayed out over the edge of the couch. Everything usually covered by clothes lay immodestly open before him.?I scared you?? he asked.?You did actually, on Friday.