The Star calendar helps. I haven’t counted it up, but I think I’ve gotten ten or twelve dollars in tips. Most people are paying too.”“Maybe yo... ought to think about buying a war bond. I get one every month you know.” His father smiled at him.Rigby sniffed, “Holy cow, even at home. I go to the movies and Bugs Bunny’s yelling buy a bond today, and it’s on the school announcements, the Lone Ranger is selling bonds, Captain American and Superman in the comic books, everybody.” His parents laughed. We did have fun though. They were both practical jokers of very high skill. I was never a target, but not even Uncle Dar was safe otherwise. I'd still like to know how they got whip cream into a shampoo bottle though. That might be a handy skill some day.Since I wasn't allowed to do much and had two watchdogs who made sure of it, I took to watching t.v. with Uncle Dar. We'd snuggle up on the couch, and he'd let me choose any program I wanted. I don't know if he liked what I did, but he'd sit. “Aren’t you curious, Jasmine? I thought that was a key personality trait in journalists.”“It’s a theory.”“Cabbage.”“What?”“Cabbage. It’s your safeword.” I moved as I spoke, positioning myself behind Jasmine.She gave a smirk. “Cabbage. Really?”There was nothing to stop her leaving the room now, nothing at all. She only had to put one foot in front of the other. Instead she stayed rooted to the spot. “You know, it’s funny,” I said. “It’s almost as if Miss Langton knew that you were out there.. "You mean right here right now, Miss?"She looked at me strictly over her glasses."I'll pretend I didn't hear that noise. You may put your clothes in that corner. And I'm not your kind aunty. Call me Mistress from now on."I started to undress. I felt more nervous with every peace of clothes that came down from me.When I finished I put the clothes in the corner and returned to the lady. It was cold in the room. "On your knees"I did as she said."Now, do you know why are you here?" Yes Mistress. To.