Chapter Twenty-Two
Induction Center
It was boring. It was dull. It was a living…sort of. Randie Quinn thought about this as she studied the pretty, sandy-haired blond seated across the table from her. With the fine facial features of aquiline nose, light blue eyes, and high cheekbones complimenting long, light blond hair, the candidate was all she could ask for in terms of looks. The rest of the body further enhanced the already striking picture: superb, high, full breasts; long, slim legs that seemed to reach up to her armpits, and a narrow waist accenting perfectly proportioned hips. This one would do, she mused. She’d easily make the grade, and Randie would have a fine commission for her work. But it really was getting to be a drag, bringing exceptionally fine-looking young women into
