Of course, he does.

The moment Britney and her father left the room, leaving him alone with his mother, James started typing as she finished cleaning the kitchen for her weekend trip with her husband.

He was nervous; he only gets one chance at this, so he typed his mother’s name in before deciding on the number 143 5768 5761. His only logic was, why would anyone put a number set at 4-3-4.

For what seemed like forever, nothing happened. James nervously paced back and forth across the room, just out of sight of his mother, as he waited for any sign that it worked. It took so long that he actually started to believe he typed the wrong number.

Finally, relief came in the form of a metallic ding on his phone. He couldn’t have whipped out his phone quicker after his ear heard the text sound as his mother asked, “Oh, who’s texting you.”

James lied. “Oh, it’s just a boy from school bragging about how he just enslaved one of our classmates.”

{if Women are looking to be enslaved = true}His mother laughed. “Oh, if he bragging about it he must be a huge pervert. you should go tell your sister that he is coming after her next. I bet you she will freak.”{else}His mother laughed. “Oh, you should go tell your sister that he is coming after her next. I bet you she will freak.”{endif}

In reality, the text messages read.

Someone has just requested to enslave your mother; if you would like to allow this text back, ‘yes.’ If you would like to deny, you can text back no or do nothing. If you deny the request, the authorities will be contented about the unlawful request to ensure the future safety of your mother.

He couldn’t type those three letters fast enough, and the moment he hit send, he heard his mother’s phone ding. “Hey, mom, someone just texted you; I think you should check it. It might be about your trip.”

His mother quickly reaches down and picks up her phone before all the color leaves her face as the phone slips from her hand and falls to the floor. She slowly looks up at her son and says, “How did you?”