" "Mr.Cameron, I'm ..." My master thinksI was going to apologize, but I don't even remember that I said anything. "What wouldyour father say if he kne... you were looking at these?" I must have beenon the verge of panic; he would have killed me.?"Please, please Mr. Cameron ...".? He let me dangle there for what seemed likeforever. "Does itturn you on?" My master saysthat my face registered shock at this question.?I stammered something, and then I remember pain as he grabbed the backof my neck and. ‘Are you actually thinking about going?’ ‘Yes, maybe I could use a night off. I’ve been working in that lab everyday for a year.’ ‘I know. Looks like you won her over Casey. Good job.’ ‘So when and where do I go?’ Casey gave Rachel a map and invitation. She read over it and smiled. ‘I can find this easy. I’ll be there.’ ‘Promise?’ Sheryl teased. ‘I promise. But I need a nap first.’ ‘Okay. We’re leaving, for real.’ Casey and Sheryl left the dorm room. Rachel sighed and laid her head on her. This was his monologue. This was his way of keeping her in place. He was everything to her, and therefore had the infallible power to pervert her rationale with his opinion. Nothing she could say could combat his logic. Her grey eyes fell on the exposed flesh doubled over itself – what looked like amophorous blobs of fat, and always would. You know, Fattie McFatterson, no one wants a fat singer. The hell are you gonna be when you finally grow some character and grow the fuck up? I know. How. When I said no, he pulled out his wallet and offered me $60 to let him see them. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my nipples were slightly visible through the white shirt, which is probably what attracted his interest. I took his money and began to unbutton my shirt. I was sitting by the window in the very back, so he was the only one that would be able to see, and the homeless guy, and maybe someone outside if they were looking.When I got the last button unfastened, I opened my shirt while turning.