I felt ashamed. Weak. This wasn’t me. At a party, with all my friends, the alcohol. Her. I did not need my past to inflict more pain. I had the righ... tools for that all around me. I went to the kitchen and gulped down my drink. It burned more so I stared around, swallowing the bitterness. She came out after a while.“Boyfriend?” I asked quietly. “No.”“Sure?” I said with a hint of sarcasm to get some emotion out of her.She looked me straight in the eyes and said with a waver in her voice, “Yup.”. I fell into anunderground lake with some plants near the edge. I got out of the lakesopping wet. The plants there confused me, they were blue and pink. I wentup to one of the pink plants and touched it. The plant wrapped itselfaround my arm, and soon enveloped my whole body.Joey came down the slope. He saw me from a transparent part of the plantand said, "What the hell is happening Alex?"I answered that I didn't know. Soon the plant started expanding around me,keeping my hands and feet tied. ITo me it created a nicer design effect that way. Then, on top of the velvet fabric I placed a rather large, and flat, oval-shaped black glazed platter, of the sort that one might serve a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. The entire set-up was up against one of the rooms walls, on which I had hung a large framed mirror. The over all effect, for me at least, was one of mystery, solemnity, and yet unmistakably exciting because of that! My young slaves seemed to feel the way.Once Andrew and I were in. Renee, his step-sister had told him to throw it out after he was caught shooting at birds in the back yard, and if he didn’t, she would spank him. Spank him!! He just turned 18 and she was 34 and kind enough to let him stay at her house, rent free, while he took classes at the community college. Instead of getting rid of the slinger, he had kept it hidden in his bedroom. Well, she wouldn’t really spank him, but the thought of her spanking him made his privates tingle; secretly he dreamed of.