"Yes I know. I'm called Charlie." I am Leodwald, I too study at Mona."Just then two women came with three plates containing a stew; the plates were ma...e of tightly woven grasses, so tight that no liquid dripped from them. They handed one to each of us, with a wooden spoon. I noticed that they still had the bad habit of not washing and they gave off a very strong body odour.At least some progress had been made. They were using plates, and not just using their hands into a pot. The stew was as. He stared at it a few moments then noticed Jenny's scar on her leg from a bicycle wreck a few years ago was missing and Fred's tattoos were gone. "What the hell?" he said. "That's odd. Maybe she edited them out." He zoomed in and saw no signs of a scar being edited nor did Fred's tattoos show signs of editing then he scrolled the image then he saw what had been done. The image had Jenny's and Fred's faces pasted to another couple. He'd been duped, but why? He felt soft hands around his neck. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibitedwithout permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only ifcomplete and include the copyright notice. Archiving and reposting ofthis story UNMODIFIED is permitted provided that no fee is charged,either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") ANDprovided that this disclaimer and credit to the author are maintained.Humiliated by Mommy by NaughtieboysCHAPTER 9 Room For a ChangeOne afternoon, there. "With a milliondollars at stake, there's no shortage ofapplicants for the games, but we're downtwo contestants already, and if we keeplosing one a day, it's going to cost us amillion dollars a week. Do we have to makethe games easier?" Hell, no. St. Rastus is happy to take care ofmost of the overhead. A million a week ischeap for this property. A dozen channelsare in a bidding war to be the first to showthis stuff. The sky's the limit." Mark said, "We could do two shows a day,if we had a.