“You would like some, wouldn’t you?” Jason asked as he dug into the food.<br/><br/>“Yes, please, Sir.” Flash said and nodded.<br/><br/>“We had a good first day together.” Jason admitted and fed her a few scraps in recognition. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you get away with lying. In my line of work, trust and loyalty mean everything.” He explained as he stuffed himself.<br/><br/>“Seeing as you have your mouth free anyway…” He said, between bites. “…why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? Do you have a place for yourself, or did you stay with that ‘Barracuda’ guy? Any gear we need to pick up? And, by the way, he isn’t going to come over and demand you back, is he? Do you think he had a personal interest in you, strong enough that he would renege on the deal?”<br/><br/>“The synth-steak is excellent by the way.” Jason remarked and rewarded her answer with a single piece that he fed her with his fingers.<br/><br/>“What about your private life, then? Got family in Miami? How about a boyfriend? Or a cute girlfriend maybe?” He added.<br/><br/>Again, the answer was rewarded with a little morsel from Jason’s plate. He had ordered a generous portion for two, and Flash was hungrily eyeing the quickly diminishing food. There was no way that Jason could eat it all, could he?<br/><br/>“I’m afraid I can’t tell you much about myself. My life is kinda… classified. Most people simply call me ‘Mr. Johnson’, and I suppose ‘Sir’ will do just fine for you as my driver… and as my fuckpet. But because you are trying to be a good girl again, honestly answering all my questions, I will give you a little truth myself. My name, my real name, is Jason.”<br/><br/>After he had annihilated two entire dinner servings to Flash’s disbelieving and hungry eyes, Jason opened the dessert. When he dipped his spoon in – the big one, not the one meant for dessert – Flash<em>winced</em>. After being denied dinner, seeing the desserts, too, eaten away before her eyes seemed to be physically painful to her. Jason laughed and let her have a spoonful.<br/><br/>“I have a Suprathyroid Gland, by the way.” He explained his limitless appetite. “What about you? Any augments you want to tell me about? Last night, I couldn’t help but feel that you were more than met the eye; both in the parking lot when you dodged one of the tasers…and later in bed.” Jason asked.<br/>