”Bink smirked. “Okay. Mandy, I’m good with that.”“I didn’t mind you two lapping on Barb and Sara, you know...”“Says that guy who did h...s own share of lapping at ‘em,” Mandy stated.“It was the arena. The rules. We all kinda agreed.” Bink swung over and planted a kiss on Mandy, then me. “I love both of you. It’s not ... a zero sum game. Here we are, and none of us is any way reduced in the ability to love on one another.”“I dunno,” Mandy tittered. “Our favorite dickie was curiously unresponsive. During the pre-auction inspection time, this one was born to be a slave, is extremely responsive to almost any kind of treatment, and I'm sure she'll fall right into place at your feet and thank you for the privilege!" Her patter continues for another minute before the bidding begins, but I stop listening, tears welling in my eyes at the cruel truth of her statement. No, I think to myself, this isn't right, I'm not meant to be like this, I won't just accept being bought and sold like. For instance, she likes to dance andsing, and I'm into sports, though I'm not a tomboy. One thing we DO have incommon, though, is our love for shopping. We could spend hundreds ofdollars on clothes at any time if we had the money. Both of us like to lookgood. Most of the time we do. At least she does. She could make anythinglook wonderful. She is so sweet, too. Whenever we see each other we give abig hug, and she squeezes me around my middle. It's the best thing ever!All I want to do is hold. Everybody gave in except maami, as she wasn’t interested in watching a comedy movie.I had watched it before so I also declined. After too much asking, she still declined. My mama, at last, asked me to stay over with her. I danced in rejoice. I never expected to be alone with my maami at her home. Soon everybody left for the movie. It was 10.45.My maami completed all her housework and went upstairs for a bath. She asked me if I wanted to have a bath too. I numbly said, “Haan, aapke sath.” (She.