Well, I'll let you go free if... and only if... you become my slave for the next 24-hours!" Your slave? And then you promise you'll let me go free? OK... I'll do it," gushed Brandi with a look of relief. "Thank you, Officer O'Connell! Thank you so much!" Hold on there, Brandi," the policewoman said in a soft voice. "When I say you have to be my slave I'm not just talking about working for me. Have you ever thought what being a slavegirl might entail?" Brandi stared at her confused. Stephanie went. I tried to tell myself to face facts, that I was no good and should have been a gossip columnist. I didn’t listen and suggested I go fuck myself. About 2AM, I reasoned that I should get piss drunk. I did. It worked. I churned out what my drunken self considered Shakespeare. The next morning, well, afternoon, my hung-over self recognized it as Much Ado about Nothing, Act III. No more booze. Mom saw what I was going through. Hell, she had seen it coming years ago. I had no talent. No gift. Just. As I reached down to touch the head of my cock, it felt as if my six inch cock was no longer attached to my body. I felt nothing. My sack, which is hairless and has nuts of average size, was tight as my nuts tried to pull close to my body. What in the fuck happened while I was asleep? What did I do to piss off my lover? All I knew was that I had to piss like crazy, and I wasn’t sure how in the hell I could manage to relieve my full bladder, straining for release. As I slowly got up out of bed,. Mouse. I remembered that the mouse had whispered something inmy ear, but I couldn't quite remember what, and the harder I tried torecall, the farther away the dream became.My mother told me once that memories "are like a feral animal. Theharder you try to force one into submission, the harder it pulls away." But," she told me, "if you act like you aren't interested, and justrelax, very often it will come to you of its own accord." I sat down ather desk, with the box in front of me, and took a.