"I could not hear the rest of the bidding process as I was uncuffed from thetrack. Wally led me back to a chair at one of the make-up tables."Just si... tight," he said, "we'll know where you're heading in a minute."I made eye contact with Wally and pleaded for him to take the gag off. Heseemed to read my facial language and unlocked the ball gag. This was myfinal shot at freedom. I knew it had to be good."I'm not a." I began in my regular voice, but was cut off by a severeelectrical shock. Jason demanded that I tell the truth, and I agreed to provide the truth in exchange for his listening.I suddenly thought of the Oscar Wilde novel “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” If I revealed all the ugly truth, how could anyone love me? All the makeup and designer clothing cannot hide what I am. Like some soap opera TV bitch, I would be exposed as the vile slut who men fuck and replace like the condoms they keep in their wallets, but with less real value. All the skin-deep beauty, all the. I went into the storage room and found a plastic painter's drop cloth. It had never been opened and it was white, not clear.Dragging Peace onto it and then sitting him up and leaned forward into kind of a ball wasn't hard at all. Rolling and securing him inside the plastic sheet was a little clumsy. Since the sheet was new, I wiped only the wrapper for finger prints. It seemed unlikely that even that had been necessary. I included the drop cloth wrapper inside the package with Peace inside.He. Mom wouldn’t be that cruel would she?“A bikini.” Mom corrected me. “And why not?”I blinked, still in disbelief. Still trying to figure out if mom was serious.“But Sophie-” I started to say, but mom’s free hand moved quickly, dismissing the thought.“Never mind what Sophie does or says.” Mom’s voice was suddenly serious, in a distracted, annoyed sort of way.Sophie, being the older sister, took all the rights and privileges of being the older sister. The spotlight had to be on her. She had to be.