Her and Melissa’s reactions had steadily gone from “no” and “nah” to just irritated throat noises with visible frustration. The fellow from ...behind the desk, who turned out to be named Byers, was the attendant getting and taking back the jackets. He looked like he was wondering if it would be less work to move the mirror setup to the jackets than bring them all over one at a time.“What’s wrong?” I finally asked.“They’re ... just not right,” answered Melissa.“Yeah, you don’t look comfortable in. Maybe we were upper middle class, but we weren't loaded." Even that would be unusual to me." Luke stated."Did you really?" Jessie asked."Really?" Grow up in the projects?" We spent some time in the projects. My parents were very proud to move out of the projects and into a rented house right outside the projects. Jim was a neighbor. Ray lived in the projects." So what were you parents like?" My parents? Guess they were just normal parents." You never talk about them. This is the first you've. Intimately.” He frowned at me.“Look ... Ron...” What was with my voice? I could only seem to get a word out at a time.“Cease your braying,” Oberon said, and gestured. Another elf brought a naked, brown-haired woman through the entrance of the pen, led by a rope around her neck. The woman looked at me, uncertain, as the elf closed the gate behind her.This was bizarre. I turned to the fence and tried to climb over, but my hands slipped and couldn’t grip the wood. A magic fence?I turned back, and. Then a pair of opera pants, and a dinner jacket, left open. My dresser, cute boy, buttoned the trousers, and zipped the fly. Helped me with the jacket. Then I stood in line, again. I led the girls out, my jacket blowing open as I walked. The cameras loved it, and so did I. The boy rushed, helping me out of the trousers, the jacket thrown on my chair. The long back dress was next, gorgeous, this was the outfit I would choose as payment for tonight. I felt him fiddle with my bra, then it fell.