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CHAPTER TWELVE When I started to come to, it took me quite a while to figure out just where I was, and how I got there. I was in Roger's room, not in the living room where I'd been knocked out. Roger was sitting on his swivel chair, in front of his desk, doing something on his computer. I was draped across his legs, face down. He had his hand slipped up under my shirt, and he was gently rubbing, my bare back."Would you change into those shorts now?" he asked me when I woke up. Surprised at how I found myself, I wondered what else he'd touched while I was unconscious, and worried about that. Despite that, what he was doing then felt really nice, and I didn't ask him to stop. I denied his request, though, shaking my head. I apologized, but explained that Randy was home. Roger complained, saying that Randy was busy in his bedroom. But I told him that I really wasn't in the mood for that kind of play right now. "OK, then you owe me something else. Tell me a secret. About you. Tell me about the other weakness that the prophet was alluding to when he told me to get you to tell me yourself." "I'd rather not," I said. "One or the other. You were supposed to change back, remember? You even offered to do that for me while we were walking back to the car, and *I* said 'no'. So you owe that to me. If you don't want to, then you have to tell me a secret instead." It seemed logical, but I REALLY didn't want to tell him about the garlic. It was my last secret about myself, really. And one that would leave me particularly vulnerable. And I was certain that once he found out about it, he would definitely want to make me demonstrate it to him. Still, it seemed that I DID owe him something, which would mean that I'd have no choice but to tell him. Unless... I thought of something else I could do, to pass off as 'the' secret. "OK," I said, inhaling deeply to use my super sense of smell. I located what I was looking for. "Watch this." I got off of him and went over to his bed. I sniffed around for a minute, and then put my arm down between his bed and the wall. I reached around for a while, and then brought my arm out, holding a VERY dirty sock - it had probably been down there, evading the laundry, for months. It was a white sock now a dark shade of brown. And its smell was HORRIBLE. "Look what I found!" I said. "So what? So you could smell a rotting sock. I could smell it too, and I could've found it if I wanted to. That's not a big secret." "I'm not done yet," I said, smiling. I held the sock in front of my face and winked at Roger. Then I stuck out my tongue, and touched it to the dirtiest, smelliest part of the sock. I brought my tongue back into my mouth and licked my lips. "Mmmm, delicious," I said, giggling. "Now watch," I said. I began to lick the sock all over, sucking and nibbling at it a bit. I even put some of it in my mouth, and then swallowed most of it, just leaving the tip still in my fingers - and then I pulled it back out of my throat. I licked it a bit more. And then I held it up again, for Roger to see again. It was sparkling white! I handed it to him. It looked and felt like it had been freshly laundered and bleached. "There, how's that! Not only can I lick, even swallow things that for you would taste disgusting - and for me, it doesn't bother me at all... not only that, but I can also clean them, until they're not dirty at all!" Roger looked a little sick. "I think I'm going to puke," he said, displeased with my show. I felt bad, and worried that he might actually throw up. But he didn't. Although he did say, "But that's no secret. You already showed me that you could do that." "What? When?" "At the theatre, the other day, when you cleaned my pants... unless you mean to tell me that you DIDN'T show this to me then, because, actually, my cum didn't taste bad to you - you liked it!" I gasped in shock at what he had just said. Partially because it was true - I HAD enjoyed the taste. But there was no way I would ever admit that! "No fucking way!" I said. "I forgot that I did that." "See? I told you that I already saw that. So, thanks for cleaning my sock, but you're not off the hook yet. Show me something else." I desperately tried to think of something else. "How about you try kissing me," I suggested. "Come here," he said. I approached. He held out his hands for me. "I'm happy to kiss you." I gave him my hands, but instead of taking them in his hands, he grabbed my forearms and pulled me towards him. Then he held me behind my back, and put his mouth on mine. No slow attempt, this time, to start with a light peck on the cheek - he went straight to making out with me. And, as you know, once he started doing that I was unable to pull away - I was compelled to kiss him back until he decided to stop. "That was nice," he said, rubbing my cheek with his hand. "But it doesn't count. I've kissed you before." I was shocked. I wouldn't have asked him to do that if I had known that it wouldn't count! "But..." I grasped for straws. "It WAS something new. Because, this time, you kissed me immediately after I had your filthy, stinky sock in my mouth. I was trying to prove to you that my mouth self-cleans, that the bad taste doesn't remain in my mouth even for a second!" "I already knew that, too!" he said. "I mean, it's obvious, isn't it? If your mouth is able to launder other things, then obviously it can keep itself clean!" "Well, you saw that if you, or anyone else, kisses me on the mouth, I'm unable to pull away, and I'll keep kissing them ack, no matter what, until they decide to stop. That's a BIG weekness and vulnerability!" "True," he said, laughing. "But I've already witnessed that as well, yesterday, or was it the day before? When you were making out with Randy. Don't tell me that you actually WANTED to be doing that! You were mouth- locked with him for three full minutes! I timed it!" "Well, I've still given you something, by letting you make out with me, even if it wasn't strictly a secret. Because i know that you enjoyed it." He laughed. "How do you know? Maybe I was just kissing you because I knew that YOU enjoyed it!" I felt a little hurt. He said, "No, no, of course I enjoyed it. Truth is, you're the best kisser I know, OK? And knowing that you're totally helpless and can't pull away no matter what - well, that makes it even hotter, for me. But still, I know you enjoyed it as well. I could tell by the way you were panting afterwards. So, we both enjoyed it equally, and you still owe me something for today." "Please, Roger. OK, maybe I do owe you something, but do me a favour and let me out of it. Because I really don't feel like putting on that outfit now. I'm tired. Not physically, but emotionally." He thought for a moment. "OK, Ralph, if that's what you REALLY want. But I have another idea, a proposal. It's a way to make our evening fun and interesting, too. Let's play a game. Something we're both good at, but, if you want, it can be something that you think you're better at than me. If you win, you've earned the right to keep your secret, and we're totally even. But if you lose, you have to tell me the secret." "Hmm, OK, maybe, but what game?" "You can pick," he said. I thought for a bit. "How about backgammon," I suggested. I used to be really good at backgammon. I even won tournaments. Roger knew how to play, too, and we had played together sometimes, but he wasn't as good as I was and didn't enjoy it as much. "OK, fine. I'll probably lose, but it'll be fun to try. Maybe we can play to the best two out of three or something." I got a little excited, especially when he reminded me that he would probably lose. "Let's play only once," I said. "But we can make it more interesting. If I lose 'normal', then I just have to tell you the secret. But if I lose a 'gammon' - meaning, that when you win, I still haven't removed ANY of my pieces - then I have to tell you the secret, AND I have to let you try it on me." His eyes lit up. "OK, and if you lose by a 'backgammon', then, in addition to all that, you have to change back into the shorts and tank-top. And wear them for the rest of the evening, even in front of Randy and Mom." "Hmmm, well, I'll agree to the shorts and shirt if I lose by a backgammon - but only in front of you, not in front of them. To have to be that way in front of them as well, that would take another level of losing. But 'backgammon' is the highest win, there's nothing more to lose. But it's OK, let's just leave it at that. I really don't want them seeing me like that anyway. If you win by a backgammon, I'll wear the clothes for you, but we have to stay in your room, or mine, with the door closed. If you want, after everyone else goes to sleep we can go outside like that for a while." He didn't like that idea, but accepted it. But then he thought of a better idea. "I know," he said. "First of all, even before we start playing, you have to put the shorts and special shirt on underneath your regular clothes. And without a bra, of course, since that shirt has its own built- in bra. You can put your jeans on over the shorts, and that nylon jacket over the special shirt, like earlier today. Once you're ready, we will go invite Mom and Randy to watch our game. If you lose regular, you tell your secret - to all of us. If you lose by a gammon, you tell your secret, and you let us try it out on you. If you lose by a backgammon, you have to take your pants off, so that you're just wearing the shorts. But you keep the jacket on. If we get that far, then you have to play another game - either with Mom or Randy, and if you lose that one too, you take your jacket off as well." I agreed to this. I knew Randy couldn't play the game at all, and I didn't think Mom was any good at it either. And I fully expected to WIN against Roger - definitely not to lose by a backgammon to him, and lose to Mom or Randy as well! I went and put the shorts and shirt on under my clothes, as Roger had asked. Meanwhile, he went and found Randy and Mom. They were waiting for me in the kitchen when I arrived. Roger stated the rules we had agreed upon, in front of Mom and Randy, and I swore to abide by them. Roger further stated that if I tried to break the rules and not remove my clothes when I had agreed to, that they would be permitted to force my outer clothes off of me, and give me a kumquat or two to calm me down, if necessary. A little reluctantly I agreed to those conditions as well. We all shook on them. Mom and Randy were eager to begin. We took the table to the living room. Roger sat on the couch, and I knelt on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. We put the board on the coffee table, and I started setting up the pieces. While I was doing so, Randy expressed disappointment that he could only watch but not play. Mom agreed. Then Mom asked if we could switch to a game four four players. She suggested 'UNO'. It was a simple game that didn't take too long to win, usually. She suggested that we would continue playing until everyone but one person had won. Each time someone other than me won, that would count as one 'loss' for me, and I'd have to take one 'punishment'. If I won before the last, then the game would end and wherever I was, I'd stay there - I'd receive no more 'punishments'. I didn't feel that I had as good a chance of definitely beating them with Uno as I did with backgammon, since I knew I was really good at that, and I thought that Uno left much more to chance. But I was in a good mood, and in the end I agreed to their condition anyway. But then they realized that there was something wrong with the conditions we made up - we still didn't have enough stages in the game: After my first loss, I was to tell my secret. After my second loss, I would let them try the secret on me, too. After my third loss, I had to take off my pants, but I couldn't lose against MYSELF the fourth time! So Mom said, that if I lost three times in a row, they'd play the game again. And then, if I lost a fourth time, I'd have to take off the jacket. I agreed to this, too. Then Roger said that that would leave two more losses possible - so there would have to be two more punishments in case I came in last place the second time around as well - meaning six losses. I couldn't think of anything else I'd be willing to do, even though I thought it was extremely extremely unlikely I could lose SO many times in a row! Randy suggested a few things which I found disturbing - like having to strip naked in front of them, or let them feel my pussy. I refused. Even if the chances were so slim, I still wasn't going to agree to something like that. Mom chastised him for saying such offensive suggestions. But then she said, "I know. If you lose the fifth time, then, for the rest of the evening - let's say, until 10PM, or until we decide to put you to bed, you have to behave like our house pet. You have to come whenever we call you, and sit in our laps and cuddle with us and let us pet you all we want. And, by the way, you'll only answer to 'Jasmine', and only use female pronouns." Roger said, "The name 'Jasmine' and the female pronouns for the rest of the evening should come earlier in the game - if she... I mean he has to take off his jeans, then from then on it's only 'Jasmine' and only 'she' and 'her'." I was OK with that. "I'll agree to the 'pet' suggestion. But you can't touch my private parts or lift my shirt up, no matter what," I said. "That can be the sixth punishment!" Mom said. "If you lose the sixth and final time - which, you have to admit, is extremely highly unlikely, then that's what you get. For the rest of the evening we can touch you ANYWHERE, you have no private parts - as long as we're touching you above your clothes." "No way," I said. "Forget it. Deal's off." I got up to walk away, but Roger caught me by the wrist and brought me back to the group. Roger said, "No, of course you don't have to agree to that. Mom, how could you suggest that? But you do need a sixth, possible punishment. And Mom's right, it's highly, highly unlikely. So, what do you say, if you lose the sixth time then your butt is considered permitted to touch for the rest of the evening. Not your other private parts, and we can't remove your clothes. We've all touched your butt already, anyway, so it shouldn't be that big of a deal." I sighed. "Look, it's unlikely it's going to get that far, anyway. Uno is a game of chance, mostly. How likely is it that you can lose six times in a row?" he said. "Fine," I said. "But even if you can touch my butt, you can't even lift my shirt up. The shirt stays in place, covering my butt, you can just feel my butt by touching above my shirt." "Deal," he said. And then everyone shook hands again. The cards were dealt. Before we started to play, I said, "Wait, what happens if I win?" They thought for a moment. Mom said, "If you come in first place, then we each have to give you a 24-hour-period where we're your personal slave, and have to do for you whatever you ask. Over the next three days. You get to pick the order. And school, work, and sleeping do count towards the 24 hours - it's a 24 hour period, during which, if we're not busy with sleep, school or work, then you can ask us to do whatever. If you come in second or third, then same deal for whoever hasn't yet won." I agreed to this, since I didn't have any better ideas. "Looks like I'm going to have me a few slaves," I said as we started playing. Mom said, "But, I also think that we should add a handicap for you. Something that you lose after you've lost once or twice. I mean, something that, if you lose once, it makes it just slightly harder for you to win the next time." "Why?" I asked. She shrugged. "It just makes it a little more suspenseful, a little more fun. You'll have to try harder, that's all." "What are you suggesting?" I asked. She said, "I know. Let's keep things very simple. Each time someone wins, we start the game from the very beginning - all of us. But with one difference. The first time around, we all start with seven cards, right? Then, after the first time that someone wins - someone other than you, the three of us will start with only six cards, and you'll start with eight. The second time someone wins, the three of us will start with only five cards, and you with nine. And so on. And we keep playing up to six losses as we said before." I'll admit, the thought that they'd have an unfair advantage against me, and that I'd be more likely to lose, did kind of excite me... a little. But I did the math on a piece of paper. "That's too much of a handicap," I said. "That means that the last round - after the fifth loss - you would all be starting with only two cards, and I'd be starting with twelve! That's way too unbalanced. How about we just add the cards to me, but don't take any away from you." Roger said, "There should be SOME kind of prize for the winner, if we win a round. So, let's say that after winning a round, from then on that person only starts with six. The rest of the people continue to start with seven each time, and you start with eight, nine, ten and so on, like we suggested. And we'll say that the least amount of cards that any one person can start with will be six." "OK. And the most that I can start with will be ten." Randy said, "Fine. Let's stop talking about the rules and just start playing!" Everyone agreed to that. So we all picked up our cards. I looked at mine and saw that I had a particularly good hand, and felt encouraged. So I said, "Look, before we begin, I'm willing to offer you one more handicap, just as a show of goodwill, so to speak. Let's get a dice. And anytime I try to use a 'bad' card on someone else - the 'plus four' or 'plus two' or 'lose a turn' -- that person can roll the dice. Before they roll, I have to pick a number from one to six. If that's the number they roll, then instead of THEM taking two or four cards, *I* have to take those cards. Or, instead of them losing a turn, *I* will lose my next turn." They liked that idea, and thanked me for it. Mom and Roger (who were both sitting beside me now) both stroked my arms to encourage me. So I said, "Actually, that can also increase each time I lose. The first round, it will be like I said. The second round, if I play a 'bad' card on someone, they roll the dice, and I have to pick TWO numbers, and after the next loss THREE numbers, and so on, and if they roll any of those numbers I picked, then the bad card is turned back to me instead." "Which means," Roger said, doing the math, "that, in the last round, if you've lost all five others, none of the bad cards work on others, if you play them, in fact, if they're the last cards you hold and you have to play them, they automatically work against YOU instead of anyone else." "AND," I decided to give them one more. "If I put down my last card, I have to roll the dice myself, after picking a number. And if I roll the number that I picked, then my 'win' turns into a loss for me." "And that increases after each loss as well? So, if you lose once, then the next round, if you win, you roll the dice and pick TWO numbers?" "OK, except for the sixth round. If I've lost all five, then that dice move doesn't work. I need a chance to win the last round. In fact, if we get all the way to the sixth round let's play one normal round with no handicaps at all." They agreed to that. We finally started to play. I was doing really well. And I was getting close to winning. I decided I didn't want the whole game to end really quick, so, instead of putting down a really good card, I decided to let the game go around the table once more. I drew a card instead of putting one down. Big mistake. Mom and Randy started playing 'switch directions' to each other, until Mom was down to a single card. The game went around the table. I was about to play my 'take four' to Mom, and hope that she wouldn't be saved by the dice. But then Roger put down a 'skip your turn' card, and I lost my turn, and Mom won! I couldn't believe it! I'd lost the first round! Which meant that I had to tell my secret. "Garlic. It works on me similar to ginger, except that instead of putting me to sleep, it just disables my voice. I become completely mute, can't talk, can't even whisper, until it wears off." They were impressed, and eager to try it out. They asked why I wouldn't even be able to whisper? "Some kind of mental block, maybe," I said. "I won't be able to form words properly in order to whisper them." We shuffled and redealt, and started the second round. This time, Mom started with only six cards, and I started with eight. This time, I played a 'take two' against Roger. He rolled the dice after I chose 'two' and 'four'. Luckily, he rolled 'three'. When Mom was getting close to winning, but I, too, wasn't far from winning myself, I played a 'take four' against Mom. This time, she rolled right! *I* ended up having to take the four cards! Randy ended up winning that round, though. They were all really excited to see the garlic in action. The three of them drew cards to see who would get to feed it to me, and who would get to hold me down. Randy got to feed it to me, and Mom won the privilege of restraining me. Randy went to the fridge to get some garlic. He asked Mom how much to give me. Mom said, "A whole clove." "You don't have to give me that much, Mommy" I tried to say sweetly. "Even a half a clove will probably last an hour and a half. And maybe we should wait until the end of the game, in case I have to say something?" Mom responded with a wink, and said, "Randy, give her a clove and a half." And she pulled me onto her lap and held my arms tightly behind my back. I could sense, based on her smell, that she was getting enjoyment from having power over me like this, and something inside me wanted to bait her a little more. I said, "Please, Mommy, can't we wait until the end of the game? What if someone breaks one of the rules? I'll have no way to protest!" She laughed and said, "No way to protest? You mean no way to whine and complain? I like that idea. Randy, make it two whole cloves!" "Two cloves?!" I said, in mock terror. For some reason, it didn't really scare me, it excited me. "That's too much! That'll probably last three hours! At least promise me that if I need to tell you something, you'll give me a pen and paper to write on." Mom said, "I think you've now earned yourself THREE cloves, silly girl! Keep it up and you'll stay silent for a whole week!" I pouted. "Please no, only one please." "You're getting three. Unless... hmmm, I know what. OK. You can have just one now, if you agree to the following. IF you lose the fifth round - which means you're our pet for the rest of the evening, then we have the right to keep giving you more and more garlic until bedtime tonight. Because pets can't talk, anyway. Well, maybe parrots can, a little. But you're not a parrot." "Fine," I said, sighing, somehow knowing, deep inside, that I was definitely going to lose that fifth round. "And," she continued, "If you lost the sixth round as well, then in addition to garlic, we can give you any amount, and any combination, of ginger, garlic, kumquat, and carrot too, if we want to... until tomorrow morning at 9AM. And we can lock you inside that trunk again, too, if we want." "Not so much kumquat!" I said, nervously. "Yes. As much as we want. IF you lose all six rounds. We, of course, promise to stick to the rules even if you're totally unable to protest what we're doing to you. No matter what, you have our word that we'll stick to the rules." Roger said, "We can take a video of what we do to you, so you can see afterwards that we didn't break any rules." "No," Mom said. "In fact, I think we should make it clear now, that whatever you don't remember happening, we are NOT going to tell you about. You are forewarned. But we all promise to stick to the rules about not taking off your clothes or touching your private parts other than your butt, even if you're unconscious. Whatever else we do to you during that time is none of your business." "Fine, fine," I said, knowing that I had no way out of this. Mom held my arms tightly behind me. Mom asked Roger to hold my mouth open and cover my eyes with his other hand. Randy put the garlic at the back of my throat, and they all watched as I swallowed it. "Now count backwards from 100," Randy said. "100, 99, 98, 96," I said. They all laughed at me for missing 97. And when I tried to say 95 - not a sound would come out. That's how fast the garlic worked! They tried to get me to talk, and I tried, and I just couldn't. They were very surprised and very pleased. The third round of the game began, after we changed our seating order so that I was sitting between my two brothers. I started with nine cards, and Randy and Mom both started with six each. Two 'take two' cards which I played backfired on me, and when that round ended with Roger winning, I was left with fifteen cards in my hand! The third loss was supposed to mean that I'd have to take my pants off and let them see me in the shorts. Mom said she didn't quite understand why my pants should necessarily come before my jacket. She also claimed that they'd already seen me in spandex shorts, and she was eager to see me in a cute tank-top. So she suggested flipping a coin. Roger would toss it, since he won the round. 'Heads' would mean my jacket came off, and 'tails' would mean my pants would come off. I tried to say that wasn't part of the deal, but of course I had no ability to speak. So that's what they did. It came out 'tails', though. Next, Mom said Roger should toss the coin again, and Randy should call it in the air, to see who would be the one to take my pants off me. Whoever lost, she said, would get to take my jacket off me after my next loss. Roger won the coin toss. He sat on the couch, and had me stand in front of him. He put his hands on my waist and turned me around so that my back was towards him. He took my hands, and put them behind my head, and 'commanded' me to stay in that position and not to move. Then he lifted my jacket and shirt a bit, and fumbled a bit with my jeans button. He unzipped my jeans very slowly, pressing a little too hard against my body, and I wondered if he wasn't purposely trying to feel my crotch and make it seem like an accident. He then slipped his hands under the waist of my jeans and brought my jeans down to my ankles, sliding his hands all the way down my legs. Finally, when they were down, bunched around my ankles, he put a foot on them, and put his hands on my waist and lifted me into the air. My feet left my jeans. He made a comment about how smooth and sexy my legs were, and then straightened my jacket and shirt for me. Mom said I should sit between her and Randy for the next round, and I did. This was now the fourth round, after my third loss, which meant I began with ten cards, and each of them began with only six. Despite this, I had incredible luck, and they seemed to have really bad luck. I played a few bad cards, and despite them having a 2-1 chance of getting out of them since four numbers were picked (since I couldn't talk, they all decided on 1, 2, 3 and 4) - they never rolled any of those, and, after a really long game, I actually played my last card. Only, because I'd agreed to the handicap, I now had to roll the dice. And again, the numbers were 1, 2, 3 and 4. And I rolled '3'. I would have screamed if I could have! It seemed so unfair! Nobody seemed to notice, or pay attention, to the fact that I was trying to scream a protest. Randy stood up, and pulled me to my feet, facing away from him. He pulled me back against his body and put his arms around me. He grasped the zipper at the top of my jacket, and with both hands, slowly unzipped it, 'accidentally' brushing both of his wrists against my breasts as he slid them down the length of my jacket. Then he put his hands on my shoulders, and, after hesitating a moment, pulled my jacket right off with one swift motion. Both Mom and Randy said "WOW!" when they saw just how my shirt looked. At first I felt super embarrassed, but as they continued to say "wow" and look at me, it felt more like admiration than ridicule, and I calmed down a bit. Before allowing me to sit down, Randy kissed my bare shoulder, my neck, and my bare arms. I was trembling as the fifth round began, knowing that I had almost no chance of winning at all. I started with ten cards, and each of them started with six. I knew that any time I played a 'bad' card, there'd only be a one in six chance that the bad card would work against them, and more of a chance that it would work against me! One time, instead of playing the 'take four', I just drew another card. But the next time it was my turn it looked so clear that I was about to lose anyway, that I played the 'take four'. 1 to 5 would mean the card would backfire, and 6 would mean it would work. I actually rolled a 6! I was so happy. My next turn, I played another 'bad' card, a 'take two'. This one backfired, though. And, soon after that, I lost to Mom again, with 20 cards in my hand! Mom proudly declared that I was their pet for the rest of the evening. The sixth, final round was played with normal rules - no handicaps. And I actually won it. I was so happy. And they were so disappointed. They still milked their rights as my 'pet owner' to the max. They stayed true to their word, not touching my butt, but there were more than a few 'accidents' with that. I didn't really care. I got touched A LOT. Cuddled a lot. They all took turns making out with me, even Mom! (I never knew a pet owner making out with their pet animal, but anyway...) Of course, they kept popping more garlic in my mouth, but I fully expected that. I was referred to 'Jasmine', 'cute little Jasmine', 'little girl', 'sister', 'sis', 'sissy', and things like 'poodle', 'kitty', 'pussycat', 'pussy' all evening, but managed to just ignore it. They absolutely LOVED my outfit, and congratulated me on having the guts to actually make a bet and wear it in front of them. Roger never told them that I was wearing it when he came home from school. All of them, but especially Mom expressed hope that I'd dress like that more often from now on. I was having a lot of fun. And ten o'clock, Mom took me to bed. She wanted me to sleep in her bed with her that night, and I was still silenced so I couldn't refuse. I didn't really have a good reason to refuse, anyway. Since she was planning on staying up watching TV before going to sleep herself, she brought some ginger to her room for me. She insisted that I stay wearing those shorts and top to sleep in. Before giving me the ginger, she thanked me for the amazing evening, and read to me three pages of the book. But then she got tired of reading, so she told me 'goodnight', and put the ginger into my mouth. I have no idea what time she actually went to sleep, and absolutely no clue what was done to me while I slept, but I woke up at around 10AM in RANDY's bed, not hers. Nobody was home, and his blinds were open. Which meant, if I slept that late, that they had force-fed me more ginger while I was still asleep, to keep me asleep that late. When I tried to say something, I noticed that I was still silenced, which meant they had put more garlic down my throat while I slept, too, and just before they left for work and school. At 1PM the garlic still hadn't worn off.