”“I did some rough figuring, if we sold 1,500 copies at $9.99 per CD, everybody concerned would make $52 each.”“But, if we sold 100,000 copies...at that same price, everyone would make $3,600 each ... and that’s just for one CD.”“How much would the GSS in general make for those same 100,000 copies?” Liz asked.“Over $600,000 ... that would be enough to replace both of our buses when we need to,” I answered. “I’m including everybody in this room, except for Andy, with those figures.”“When we become. Don't yousee? His hips are getting wider and you can't see it because his shirtis loose, but his chest is getting bigger."Randy shot us both a confused look, but he wasn't arguing.Mom picked up a pair of low-rise designer jeans and held them up to mywaist. They were jeans and maybe from a distance they might be mistakenfor unisex jeans but the tag said Jolt, a name most girls in my schoolwould recognize."I think these will fit nicely," said my mother, as she put them in thecart.Randy didn't. Then I was unconscious. When I woke up, my uniform had been stripped off me and I was strapped into a chair. It wasn't really a chair in the traditional sense, and the straps weren't the most unusual aspect of the chair. The seat was shaped like a toilet seat, which completely exposed my asshole. Cold air was being blown in the room like a cold winter day in Colorado. I was freezing and confused.The room was completely round, and the walls were a dark gray color, which appeared to be. Oh, good, there they are! Sheila, look at me. Get your handcuffs and all of your other toys. You’re going to play a little naughty sex game right here in the living room. Karen, get your phone and record this. Eddie, look at me and don’t even think about speaking up. Just undress, totally nude, no underwear, you get the idea, and sit in that chair. Face it that way. Very good,” I glamored the Jacksons to prepare things for my plans.Sure enough, Eddie put up no fight at all, even as he disrobed.