Two of the four walls were covered in TV monitors and banks of recording equipment. From here, Mike Levine was master of his kingdom. Ruler of his tec...nological empire, Mike had more than two hundred cameras at his disposal. Nothing would happen in this house without Mike knowing about it. He walked across to the main isolation box and powered up his control room."We have lift off!" he muttered under his breath. "Let the games begin."Dan and Paul sat together in Paul's Canary Wharf office. Not a good thing. Puberty. Anyway. Her mother, you see. Worries. I say throw her out. Throw the bitch out. But her mother. Well. Can't tell her everything, you know. Can't do that to her. Anyway. Send her back. All right? That's the thing, you know. Send her back." My head was still spinning. "Well, sir...I'd like to do that, all right, but the thing is...she doesn't want to go. And my roommate...well, the two of them--" "She's a stubborn bitch," Dr. Pruett said. "Wicked. Sure she got angry and yes, we were punished on occasion, but the very concept of her raising a hand with us was just beyond imagination. As for my dad, he was way too consumed with his work to pay much attention. It was always clear that any issue involving the house or us kids was my mom’s worry. As I think back on it now, I’m pretty sure he would have simply shipped us off to boarding school if she couldn’t handle us. ‘No Master. I’ve never been spanked’. ‘We’ll then, here’s one more first. "You know I don't like him, Autty. You can do way better, and not to mention with your track scholarship just around the corner, you need to focus on College this summer." Autumn rolled her eyes before grabbing her gym bag, giving her parents a quick hug, and running outside. Practice that day was rough, and Coach Henderson ran them hard. Autumn's clothes were sticking to her with sweat as she sat on the bleachers waiting for Dustin. "Hey Autumn, what's up?" Autumn looked up to see Spencer.