Nobody knows who is who except for the Dom and the camera girl. That’s also the reason we all wear masks or blindflolds”‘You mean to tell me tha... this is an initiation? Like a freshers task or something?’“Oh definitly something” said Jenny, “Look at this bit you look so hot” and I watched her tie me up whilst I lay naked on the bed. She was using a pair of silk tights which had been tied into a loop. She twisted one end and passed it over my hand before twizzing the other end up around her own. She sat nervously on thebench to wait.After a minute or two the other door opened and a light skinned blackwoman came into the room. Shanika estimated her to be at least in herforties. She had short cropped hair and was dressed like aprofessional secretary."Good afternoon, Shanika. I am Yolanda Thomas. We spoke on the phoneyesterday. I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the office."Shanika stood. "No, no trouble at all." Good. Now before we go any further I want to make sure. My dad said he was leaving friday and the day was wedensday. I got so worked up about friday and what would happen when my dad left, I nearly came right on the spot just thinking of it. The day passed quickly and before I knew it, it was friday morning. Me and my mother would escort my father to the terminal in the airport and then he would be gone to America for a few weeks or days he never told us. We were driveing home from the airport it was an hour or two away and then my mother said we. She stared at me. Finally her shoulders slumped. “Oh, shit,” she slammed out. “I said too much, didn’t I?” “It’s okay. Just between you and me. A little venting is good for the soul.” She leaned back against the wall across from my door, hiked a high-heel foot up so her knee cocked toward me. She scanned my face. “Come to the funeral for me. Two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. I’d like to have you there.” “I don’t know,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “I don’t do too well with that kind of stuff.” She.