. you know, fake, that fawning sultry secretary oh please let me fetch that for you sir stuff. You gotta actually want sex now. You gotta want weird, ...nd like all the time. And yeah I do, but sometimes I take a break, sometimes I just want to cuddle up and watch an old Disney movie.”But Nicole wasn’t listening.“Oh, have you thought about, like, what’s the most embarrassing thing you do? Okay, sometimes I pick my nose, but I pretend that I’m just scratching it, kinda like this. I would die if. Where'd you learn that trick with your tongue?"I stayed smiling, fearing a trap. "I asked you a question bitch, you have to answer me." I thought of it myself," I said. I wanted to ask if it felt good but knew women weren't allowed to ask questions. My life hung in the balance and it was not the time to take risks. "How old are you?" he asked. "18 today," I said. "Jesus," he said. "Your first day in The Selection. You did well. Some girls make the mistake of hitting out on their first date and. Watching you be so careful not to trip, legs shaking, and your dick poking out of the top of your pretty, pink thong. I might, after letting you parade around, let you have another beer, however, the only way you'd be allowed to drink it, would be to get down on you knees, whore, and deep throat the bottle from my crotch. You would have to show me how well you go down on me, grasp that long neck bottle with your girly-ass lips and swig it back without your hands... swallowing your chugs like. I was being pulled out of my chair as well as my pleasant slumberand brought abruptly back to painful reality by my over excited mother."Come along now, this is no time to sleep as there is so muchprettification to be done." Pretti ... what?" Mum was immune to my questions and protestations as shestridently led me to yet another chair."My goodness that will not do." My mother tut tutted as she examined mynails."Mum, could you please take the plastic out of my hair," I pleaded."All in good time.