You hear odd things that make you suspicious.

You hear Frank say, “I wish you were a sexy little trap with a cute 3” cock, sexy little A cups, and I wish you knew you were my ****.”

“What can I do for you master.” You hear a young sounding woman ask.

Frank says, “Fuck ya, it’s like it totally recharged when you put it on. That’s sweet.”

The girl says, “Holy shit it worked I’m sexy as hell. Okay turn me back.”

Frank laughs the kind of laugh he used to do when he was about to do something bad when you were a kid, then says, “I wish for everyone that knows you, yourself included, to know that this is the normal you.” The ground shakes. “I wish you were my cute friend with benefits, that likes role playing as my ****. I wish you remembered nothing about the collar. I wish you would take off the collar and hand it to me.

The girl asks Frank, “I rented a couple of movies if you want to come over. I’m off as soon as I lock up.”

“Sounds good.” You hear Frank say.

There is an odd tinge of memory of a magic collar, but you can’t quite place your finger on it. Maybe you should go ask Frank and Sarah about it. Of course you have like an hour ride home and you have school tomorrow.