You know me, I love to show off but being dressed like that in front of all these grown men...wow. I had the body of a grown-up woman, but no way was ... a grown-up. She had me get up on stage and sing with her. She does jazz, improvisational stuff, puts lyrics of her own to jazz soloes....vocalese...like Annie Ross or ..... I don't know. It's really a challenge. I'm an opera student, have been since I was six. All I have ever wanted to do is sing opera on stage, but that is a totally different. “You… You…” She swung back to Jared, machine-gunning both occupants of the bathtub with her glare. Her fist was clenched on her cell, like she meant to crush it. “What is this? You fucking set me up? Did you plan this with… with her? You’re trying to fucking blackmail me?”“Hey—pot, kettle, blackmail. I’m not the one who started this.”Sorrel’s look darted to Tabitha and back again. “She told you.”“And now so did you. No way for a daughter to behave, threatening her mom with filmed evidence of. Its life as a person ended the day Master made it watch as he burned her ID, destroying the person it once pretended to be. Master put a hood over its head, holes left only for its nostrils and its mouth, even though its mouth was gagged most of the time. It felt a padlock click shut on the collar of the hood. Master still had the keys, but as far as it was concerned he could have thrown them away. Its hands were locked in a reverse prayer in a bondage glove, padlocked as well. It must have. He continued, his gaze kept returning to my breasts. I had decided to leave my bra at home and show off my tits. I had no idea where I got the nerve, but I boldly reached up and undid the second button on my blouse so he could glimpse at my deep cleavage. He licked his lips. We sat and drank our coffee making small talk. He told me his name was Ben and that he was a business owner. I told my name and said that I was a housewife. We talked about the Website we had used. He told me again how.