"Okay now I have that. What's happening now?" I asked her.She just looked at my 'new' phone and then said, "Now I show you the safe house that you wil... be working from." You mean the place we will be working in don't you?" I said."Yes, the house we'll be working from. Now if you'll get in, we'll be on our way." She said sitting in the driving seat. She pressed some buttons and then spoke out loud, "Major Moodie and Advisor Beaker in CJ3, radio check and clearance request."There was a slight. "Name." It wasn't an question, it was a demand."It's Rose Turner." You replied, awkwardly standing there as she looked you up and down whilst nodding."You look alright but how are you in a game?" She asked."A game?" Don't you know what school this is, girl?" The old woman scoffed as you shook your head. "Rockhard High is a prestigious school for the best gamblers of this damn country!" A school for gambling, then?" You pursued, you wanted to go home and at least learn a thing or two about. I never mustered up the courage to ask him, and for obvious reasons no longer can. My best guess is that he wanted people to see me as a reflection of him, and part of that included some kind of sexual dominance.Now before I get to the rest of the story, there is one more person to mention: my sister, Tiffany. Tiff was born exactly one standard year after me. My mother wanted a boy and a girl, wanted us to be close in age, and thought it would be cute if we shared a birthday. My dad wanted. Thank you, young man - I accept the invitation.I show him through to the examination room next door. Already he is showing signs of coming under the influence of the special substance I have injected into his bloodstream. He is more demonstrative, enquiring and confident. He walks over to the couch where I conduct internal examinations. I watch as he fingers the stirrups that have secured some very nice young ladies in the past, as well as men, and all those concerned have eventually revealed.