I opened my eyes and then blinked them a few times just to check that I was really awake. Zoe was standing in my kitchen. That's not far from the bed....It's not much of an apartment. She was wearing a pair of old-school headphones. Mine. The headphone cord swung crazily as she danced almost silently. The lower end of it was plugged into what must have been my iPod.The iPod was tucked up against Zoe's hip. Tucked inside her skimpy white panties. And that was it. 'Phones, 'Pod, panties. God, she. Arriving, she saw the girls waiting for her and they greeted her warmly. “Something is up,” she thought.The girls then explained that they were going to help her earn her dollars for her collar and leash, and explained to her what was to happen. “You are going to go into the boy’s locker room, where some of the guys are waiting for you. You will then suck off all of the ones that are in there and make sure you swallow all of the nice cum they give you. Don’t worry about collecting the money. It's m-my fault your father is dead."I was stunned. How could it possibly be her fault? "Mom, that's ridiculous. It was an accident ... an accident, that's all." No, baby. If it hadn't been for me, Bill wouldn't have been in that accident in the first place," she whispered.I stared at my mother in perfect incomprehension. "What -- Mom, what in God's name are you talking about?"She sighed, staring down at her hands. "On the day he died, right before he was going to work, I picked a fight with. Arrest me or release me. Those are your options.”The man closed his folder and got up. He left the room, but the uniformed officer stayed, standing against the door once it closed.“Officer, am I under arrest?” I asked.“No, but you aren’t free to go, either. You haven’t been admitted to the US, and we can keep you in custody as long as necessary.”“For what?”“I don’t know. I was simply told that your name was flagged. You’ll have to wait for the FBI agent to return.”I cooled my heels for another.