"If I do, will you stop bribing me?"

"We'll see," he grins wickedly.

"Yes or no?"

"Fine, OK, I will."

Davis tells you to be there at 4 the next evening, and to bring the outfit. As he leaves, you realize it's dinnertime. Putting on your normal clothes and diaper, you go downstairs for dinner.

You find your mom sitting there, with a plate of food in front of her and a bottle sitting in front of your seat. Oh yeah, your dinner deal...