Puzzled he gives it a shake resulting in a loud rattle, there is something in there, he realizes.Prying it open he finds a leather belt, no, it's too ...mall to be a belt, a collar maybe? Whatever it is it's studded with pieces of chrome and has a plastic knob in the middle. The knob is stamped with numbers one to ten and looks like originally belonged to an old radio.Underneath all that are several sheets of notepaper. Unfolding then Jason reads,To whom it may concern,Greetings, you hold in your. .. deflated. Mom was standing straighter beside him, no longer crushed. She gave me such a warm smile as I came up, holding out her hand to me.I took it, giving her a squeeze.“Mom,” echoed through my mind, a warmth stiffening through me. “I just want you to know how much I love you. How sorry I am that I let Dad’s abuse go on for so long. He won’t ever hurt you again. You don’t ever have to be afraid of him. You’re not afraid of him. You know he can never hurt you again. You know that if he. Ok bitch time to get ready and find out that your nothing but a prostitue .They pull out a slutty outfit pink tight short mini skirl a pink tight half top . Pink satin corset with matching g string pink thigh high sticking pink garter and powered pink polka dot stiletto heels . After I'm finished dressing I'm pushed into a chair ankles and wrist locked and I notice the lady sitting next to me she starts painting my nails a bright pink and then proceeded to transform my soiled and soaked face. He closed his eyes and attempted to regulate his rapid breathing. Time to calm down, he told his inner self. He decided that with so much going on around him, his way of dealing with the unfamiliar attention would be to fold every hand he was given until premium cards were dealt his way. He understood that was not exactly a textbook approach, but knew that he had enough chips to adopt this strategy, for a while at least. As he nervously glanced around the Final Table, noting the serious.