”“I do too,” I said.Our food came, we ate in relative silence and we went back to the house, where the girls applied online to go to SFU. I woul... use every connection I can possibly find, to help Miss Steiner. We have a ‘Beauty’ singing rehearsal this afternoon, for the leads. I can’t believe I scheduled one during hell week, but it shouldn’t be too bad.We crashed to catch up on the sleep we lost last night, everybody back in their own bedroom. At 2pm we got up and started moving towards our. No noise but the rover. The east began to pink — I'd looked it up, sunrise was just after 6. The sand banks cast long shadows on my left; those on my right were red, getting paler by the minute as the sun rose. I could see the tips of the MacDonnells. I wished I could stop and look at the sand, seeing the ants and the spiders coming out of their holes — maybe a bilbie or a snake. This was why I'd become a biologist. This spacious, beautiful, mysterious country.The road veered left. We passed. When the soapy water didn’t work, my parents went to Plan B. My mother, still in her robe, raced out the front door while my Dad changed and threw Danny into the back seat of our Ford station wagon, still in his snoopy pajamas. Minutes later, my winded mother was back. ‘Kids, Mrs. Taski will be over shortly to watch you until we get back. Please do what she says and not give her a hard time,’ she said, racing for her bedroom. Minutes later, they all left for I assumed the doctor’s office. I. .Realizing it was hopeless, I stopped struggling, and instead concentrated on making myself as comfortable as possible. Already the corset and collar had reached my natural, at-rest, body contours.|Three| ... A snug fit. The collar and shoes stopped tightening, but the corset continued.|Four| ... Tighter, definitely constricting.|Five|... "Ah!" I gasped. The corset's grip became vise-like.|Six| ... Oh my god.|Seven|Finally, the corset stopped tightening.And then, with a loud |SNAP|! the corset,.