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Because of our passion for balloons and it was her birthday, I took her on a personal tour of the factory. It being a Saturday, we were all alone alone in the factory, except for the millions and millions of balloons that were there with us.

Our first stop on the tour was the latex vats. Rebecca looked down into the vat. It was a pastel pink color, her favorite. She took a long deep breath and inhaled the intoxicating smell of the latex.

"I feel a little dizzy," she told me.

Tonight, Tina was finally going to get what she had wanted for a long time: Trish. For the past two years she had been in several courses with her at University. The two didn’t really care that much for each other – they both secretly thought the other was just a bimbo, but Tina was constantly fascinated by Trish’s sexy looks. Normally, Tina wasn’t into other women, but Trish’s stunning lips and especially her big breasts simply mesmerized her.

The woman looked at me in complete disgust. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of me since they had brought me into the room and strapped me to the upright bed on the one side of the room. I didn’t put up a fight, knowing it was useless. When they had you, they had you – everyone knew that. I looked across the room, acknowledged the woman’s presence and her despising gaze, then examined the huge monitor opposite me on the other side of the room. I didn’t know exactly what they were going to do with me, but I knew I was in trouble.

"Dementia! Come here! I want to show you something!"

"What do you want? I'm busy!"

"I just wanted to show you a project I've been working on."

"What are you up to this time?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you. Here, let me demonstrate."

"What's this? It looks like an ordinary locket."

"Go ahead. Put it on."

"I don't have time for this. You know I'm still getting ready for the Halloween party tonight." Dementia had been working on a devil costume and was wearing bright red long-underwear and a thick black belt.