Tammy looked into the mirror again for the twentieth time, inspecting her blonde tresses, the slight amount of makeup she wore, the neatly trimmed bus... between her legs and... the body so seductively displayed in the skimpy see through thong and bra.'Who is it?" she asked through the unopened door."I think you know," came the voice she had been longing all day to hear once again.She opened the door slightly standing to one side in case anyone should walk by.When he made no move to enter, she. Then they all went inside where they found a muscular young man in a slightly too tight jacket, his bulging neck a challenge for the top shirt button under a polka dot tie.“My son Earl,” Mrs. Gunderson stated proudly. “He has to drive back down to Marshall tomorrow.”The Westbrooks mumbled some words in greeting. Then somebody came down the stairs, her heels clicking on the fake marble steps. It was Helen and she was dressed to the nines. The simple black dress left no doubt about her figure and. ’ ‘But if we can’t run, and we can’t fight, then-‘ Burke looked her in the eyes, and suddenly she couldn’t look away. ‘If they catch you, if they brainwash you, then there’s no hope, Maggie. None at all. But if I put you under…if I brainwash you myself, and give them to you, then deep down you’d be under my control. Not theirs. I could come back for you, find you, and set you free. It’s the only way to escape Them, Maggie. To give yourself to them willingly. To trust me to come back for you,. His mom woke up. She was still sat down, looking up at him. “What happened?” his mom looked confused and scared. “Do you know who I am?” Brian tested. “Yes. You are someone I must obey at all times,” his mom nodded.“Stand up slave,” Brian ordered his mom. Jennifer stood up. Her legs were straight and her arms were by her side. Like a human toy figure. Brian chuckled. His own mom was now his personal slave. Things were going to be different from now on. He was going to tell her what to do. And.