Part 5Over the weeks that followed I became a more regular visitor to thestudio than Rita.After one session I remember Nas asking me if I had decided ...o become aMuslim yet and I replied, "The day I become a Muslim I will come to workas your receptionist." You have got the job, as soon as you wear your first burqa," Nasreplied.I wore only my crop top and yoga pants and would often arrive on my ownat the studio as, as Bea, I had become confident wearing what many womenwould call fairly revealing. "Yeah, she is," I said."When you look at her, your sister, do you ever get turned on, you know, do you ever feel like fucking her, the way you fuck me? Does she ever give you a hardon, honey?" mom boldly asked. "I mean once you've done it with your mother, screwing your sister is no big deal compared to that, huh?"Mom was really goading me. Could she somehow have guessed that Amy and I had screwed? No, I didn't think she could. She was just teasing, enjoying this image of her son as a horny. "Misunderstanding? You call this a misunderstanding?"Justy looked nervously at the two vibrators attached to the destroyed chastity belt and replied, "This was probably just a bit of lesbian play.”Suddenly Rosie made a grab for her new sub’s red hair, forcing her head back for a deep kiss. “Why don’t you come to the shop at lunchtime so we can sort out this little misunderstanding. Now, hold your hands out, slut."Rosie clamped a heavy steel bracelet tightly around each of Justy's wrists,. I based this on what kids said they'd pay me, for the great seats, but my conscience said that you couldn't do that to a teacher. This left me with several options. I could either lie to her, or tell her I'd sold all of them, which I could make happen in about ten seconds, or I could give them to her at a fair price. I remembered what my Mom taught me. Sometimes money isn't the only thing that has value. I reached in my book bag and handed her two tickets."How much do you want for them?" I want.