So, I was sure she had figured I'd hook up with Lindie and start to be happy again. She was so right. More than any of her deducing might have been. I... had been so many years since I'd been able to enjoy life. That Corvette driver and June pretty much snuffed out my life.Lindie and Michelle were my Acolytes. They were lighting my life like an Acolyte would do to brighten up a church. Or perhaps back in Sherlock Holmes' time, they would have lit up the night as Lamplighters. Either way, I was in. I must always wear my uniform and apron.3. I must be totally obedient at all times.4. I am never to start a conversation without asking permission to speak.5. I am not allowed to read, watch television, or listen to the radio.6. My name is now Mia instead of Mike.7. I am not allowed any possessions other than my uniforms.8. I cannot use a cell phone or computer.Then, in bold type it read-- "Any infraction of the above rules willresult in punishment."Basically, I was now Jen's property. . ”I might be the family genius, but Randi was no dummy.“I was,” I moaned. “I really was!”“I know that,” she said smoothly. “Mom will eventually figure that out too.”I blinked. She was right. Mom was no dummy either.“You want to talk about it?” asked Randi. “Maybe we can fine tune this goofy idea of yours, and salvage things.”“If it’s so goofy, why do you care?” I asked.Randi sighed. “I’m in college, you dufus,” she said. “I know how hard that is, and how unlikely it is to distinguish yourself. .." So I thought I'd give it a try, see what the hype was all about. After making a profile, I began my search and to my surprise, I hit a match almost immediately! My God, if I had this three years ago, maybe I'd have never met Janice, my ex. So I chatted with my new Tindr date; she told me her name was Carol. Carol was a sexy blonde with nice C cups. She was prompt and friendly in her responses; we got our basics out of the way, I told her (stupidly) that I just got out of a relationship,.