Carl puts his arm around Sharon’s waist, pulling her toward him and tousling my hair says, “That’s mighty generous of you Jackie Boy.”
“It’s Jackson,” I whimper.
Carl drives our car home and I sit in the back seat like their mostly naked son. He takes control when we arrive. He is a tall, dark, muscular man in his mid-thirties. He has a deep voice and a commanding manner. He orders me to get drinks and snacks and find some candles. I start to sit in the living room with them but he suggests I must have things to do in the kitchen. I ask Sharon if I can remove the bobby pins and she says yes, along with my bikini but not including the choker.
“My Bikini?” I'm incredulous.
“Either keep the bobby pins or lose the Bikini. It's your choice.”
I remove the pins and Bikini, wishing I had ju
