“It’s perfect!” I exclaimed, overwhelmed. “It barely even feels like I’m wearing it. The whole costume is perfect. I don’t know how to tha...k you enough for this!”“It’s not quite perfect,” he admitted and took me over the the workbench. I thought he was going to make an adjustment to the suit, when he twitched a cloth aside and I had to remind myself to breathe.“Really?!” I breathed, stunned again.“Really” he said and picked up the shield Captain America was famous for. “It’s full size, so it’ll. This particular afternoon we decided to play ‘slaves’. In this game we would take it in turns to be the ‘slave’, and do whatever the other person wanted. This time it was Charlottes turn to be the slave, which meant that I was the master! I liked it best that way. The game started off simply, I’d ask her to tidy my room, find a toy I’d lost, fold my clothes, that sort of thing, but if she did something wrong there was a forfeit. The first forfeit was to get undressed, I guess because it. So Gary got her a beer. Maria wrinkled up her nose when she tasted the stuff. The boys laughed, seeing that she was not used to drinking beer. Maria determined then to drink the stuff anyway, just to show the boys that she wasn't simply a little girl. All of the seats were taken, so Maria stood there drinking her beer and trying to like it.Juan said "Hey, pretty senorita, come sit on my lap." Maria smiled, figuring that maybe she would just do that. But Billy intervened."Maria, please take the. Well ask yourself the question now. Can you handle it?”I stared at her for a second and picked up my own fork to work on my own meal. Then I set my fork down again. “I don’t know.” I stood up and carried my plate into the kitchenette. I had barely eaten anything, and what I had eaten was sitting like a lead ball in the pit of my stomach. I went into the sitting room and sat down in an armchair facing the window. It was dark out, but the view over the Inner Harbor was well lighted. I could twist.