“A large serving of pancakes will do nicely as a starter; the fridge says it has real maple syrup. I will have an omelet as the second serving and yoghurt for third. Coffee and freshly pressed orange juice for drink.” Jason ordered an opulent breakfast that would satisfy even his souped-up metabolism.<br/><br/>“Yes, Sir!” Flash acknowledged and nodded weakly. She was freshly showered but still rather tired from a long day, an exhausting night and very little rest afterwards. Lack of sleep was a time-honored bootcamp method to ease the breaking and remolding of new recruits and Jason's sleep-phase augments gave him the definitive advantage over her in this respect. He ruffled her long red hair and sent her on her way to the kitchen with a swat to her naked rear.<br/><br/>Jason took his own shower and then watched Flash work in the kitchen while he checked up on his messages. “I think next time I will let you do it old-school.” Jason told Flash as she brought him the first serving. His hand rested squarely on her ass as she bent forward to pour his coffee. “No automated kitchen aids or AR to distract you. Just you and the stove.” Jason mused and squeezed her ass. “You could wear a uniform, too. The style that the<em>real</em>French maids never wore – all frills and no fabric – along with sky-high heels and shackles with a little leeway - just enough so you can cook and serve - on your wrists and ankles. How does that sound?” Jason asked and dug into his breakfast without offering her anything.<br/><br/>Knowing Porter, it was unlikely that he would schedule a meeting during daylight hours, but maybe the customer had insisted on immediate delivery, so Jason quickly polled the tracking bug he had attached to Sakura’s car to get its current location.<br/>