My name is Elliott (not the same Elliott who appears inAnne Rice’s Exit to Eden) but a math student, in my 3rdyear at the university in need of ...unds to continue myeducation. In talking to the financial advisor at theuniversity and after she informed me that I did notqualify for the limited funds available for a grant, Icould continue with a student loan or get a job. Astudent loan would have resulted in such a large sum dueafter getting my bachelor’s and graduate degrees,. It turns out since leaving my dad she had taken a turn for the worst. She had been seeing a local family doctor for depression and had become a regular pill popper. Anti depressants and sleeping pills were the norm for her now and also a lot of nights crying alone watching TV. I felt really horrible to hear my mom spilling her guts and it felt a little awkward so I was glad when the sleeping pills kicked in and knocked her out. However, I was not sleepy and sat there on the couch thinking. So Joanne became my life for awhile. I would get home, make her something light that she usually didn’t eat very much of, and talk or watch TV until she fell asleep. The nurse would change her gown every morning and again just before I got home, brush her hair, and put a touch of makeup on. She stopped wearing panties because she had to be helped to and from the bathroom, giggling it was nothing I hadn’t seen before. She actually embarrassed the nurse, which made her day. I told Amy and CeCe. My pride told me I was worth more than that and it wasn’t even half as much as the trust fund my Master had set aside for me, but there was a sense of achievement that a slave had successfully sold herself. Master wasn’t all that pleased either. He was disappointed that I didn’t fetch a higher value, not because he needed the money, but because he’d placed my net worth at substantially more than $37,500. His car cost more than I’d sold for. He even mentioned something about my wardrobe being.