Her mixed sounds were like a lullaby, putting me into a deep sleep. She cried out some time during the night, but I got right back to sleep.

On arising, I looked at the cage, and had a tired glare shot in my direction.
"Sleepy, Stella? I understand; strange bed and all." I opened the door to her cage and she crawled out at my sign.

"Take out the plugs and get them clean; this time you can use the soap and water in the shower, but you will usually be cleaning them with your mouth. Get used to it. Go shower and whatever else you do to get ready for the day, as breakfast will be here in half an hour." She scurried into the bath, and I followed her in. Another limit to breach here.

"I've got to use the facilities too; just keep busy doing your thing." I sat down on the john and opened a magazine from the rack next to it, watching her out of the corner of my eye.

She was hesitant, but kept going. She was surprised, though, when I got in the shower cube with her. I kept from touching her, and used the secondary shower heads until she started washing her hair. I had to hold myself back to keep from grabbing her right there, but discipline first.

Drying myself, I left the room and dressed in a pair of casual shorts with an a-shirt. Just as the food arrived, Steel came out from the shower wearing a robe. I was shocked.

"WHO THE *FUCK* TOLD YOU TO WEAR CLOTHES???"