(Oh, and for your information she made me wear sweats, and she wore a flannel straight jacket that would take a knife to get into) I thought about if ...or a whole five seconds before I passed out.I woke up with the sun shining through the blinds and when I looked at the clock it was almost ten in the morning. Man I felt pretty good this morning. I hadn't realized how much I missed having a warm body next to me, even if she wore a straight jacket to bed. I wondered whose honor she was protecting.. His turn."You can relax and enjoy it, or have it forced on you." Earl gave an evil laugh. "Listen, tough guy, I can hammer a fifteen-inch steel spike into your asshole to rip it open, if that's what it takes. Or, you can cooperate and make it easier on yourself. Either way is perfectly fine by me."Barney felt the sweat running down his face. He wanted to scream. If only he had a hand free -- and a knife in it -- so he could cut his own throat. He wished he were dead. He wished... It hurt. There. It's Petra, but that's okay. I'm sorry about my mom the other day." So your mother's Lindsy McCelland, right? " Carla said pointedly. I remember Edith didn't want to tell them who my mom was, but they all saw mom come storming up yesterday,"yeah... cat was outta the bag. " I said with a friendly shrug, hoping to get a sympathetic smile from her. I didn't want to be a total bitch, and maybe I could make her like me so it wouldn't be so... well... embarrassing."Well, your mother's well known. To make me truly happy, you will shave from the top of your head down sacrificing all your body hair and taking a huge step down the slave road and a stop at "my little sissy". If you can not shave it all, for some reason or other, I will consider it this one time and allow you to choose but you must at minimum shave something.If not everything from the top of your head down, then your legs, underarms, balls, entire crouch area, or any combination of areas is ok also but before continuing you.