"Has anyone seen Alex?" She looked around the room in surprise."Has anyone seen Alex?" She looked around the room in surprise. "I bet she's in the kitchen again. The hormones she's been taking have caused her to plump up, and I've put her on a strict diet to control her weight. She's been pretty good about it, but occasionally, I catch her foraging in the pantry." A stern look crossed her face as she explained her suspicion. Monique was on her way out of the room when Alex entered. "Where were you?" she asked. "I-I-I was hanging up the coats as you asked, Mistress." Her nervous response was all Monique needed to hear. "It couldn't have taken that long. You've been eating again, haven't you? Look at this!" She used her finger to wipe some residue from Alex's lower lip. "Cookies! You've been in the cookie jar again! You'll lose you're girlish figure if you keep eating all that saturated fat, Alex." "B-b-but Mistress....." Alex tried to explain. "SILENCE!" You know the consequences of breaking the rules. Perhaps a little time in The Chair will teach you a lesson." Monique dragged the item in question away from the wall. It wasn't a chair---it was a chair frame. Constructed of tubular aluminum, it only had crossbeams in place of the normal seat and back. |