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“No. A freegan. I only eat free food.”
“And that’s worked out for you all these years?”
“I think outside the box,” said Mabel. “I have ways of making things work when the going gets tough. I sold all my hair to a wig manufacturer once. I still have both kidneys, and if push came to shove, I’d—”
“Not on my watch,” said Haze, crossing his arms. “Nobody’s selling any of their kidneys around here, thank you very much.”
Mabel pouted. “It’s my body,” she huffed. “I get to decide how to use it.”
Haze raised his palms in the air. “Alright,” he said. “Well, I gave it my best shot.” He turned and began walking out of Mabel’s shack. “It’s a shame, because someone like you could have really made a difference.”
Don’t nibble the bait, Mabel. He’s trying to catch you.
“There’s nobody else in Liberty who could do this job,” Haze added from the doorway. “Nobody brave and tough enough.”
Despite her best efforts, Mabel couldn’t resist asking. “Tough enough for what?”
Haze sighed. “There’s a problem on the movie set.”
“The movie set, you say?” Mabel’s heart rate quickened. There was no way Haze was going to ask her to direct the movie, was there? Maybe Brandon Marshall couldn’t cope with the pressure, and they needed someone new, someone capable of keeping hundreds of tiny minions under control…
“The problem is with the Weapons Master.”
Mabel’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “The Weapons Master?”
“The Littles acting in the movie are all scared of him. He’s an extreme Dom, you see. Very strict. The Littles need someone they can trust to help embolden them. Someone gutsy. Someone just like you.”
Mabel scowled. “You want me to help a bunch of Littles be less scared of some random Dom guy? That doesn’t sound like a real job.”
“Well, if it helps to think of it like that, then in some ways, I guess itisn’ta real job.”
“But it’s paid, right?”
“Of course. You’d be working freelance.”
“And in this instance, freelance means…?”
“You set your own terms. There’s no long-term contract. You’re not an employee of the company.”
“Which means…?”
“It means you’re self-employed. You’re your own boss.”
Mabel paused. What she was being offered was definitely tempting. She had been trying to stay positive about the challenge of wintertime in Texas, but she had to admit that she was dreading it slightly too. The cold. The mold. There was something about play-acting a queen lately that had led to her quietly craving some of the finer things in life.
But would she be selling out? Sacrificing her morals?
Would her life become dull and lacking in adventure if she accepted?
“I’m sorry,” she said at last. “I can’t do it, Haze. It’s just not me.”
“Okay,” Haze said sadly. “Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave Liberty.”
“What?” Mabel scowled. “Leave Liberty? I thought everyone in the age play community was welcome here.”
“Everyone is welcome,” said Haze, nodding. “But like I said, you have to pull your weight. Like you said, this is acommunity, not a vacation spot for freegans.” His expression softened. “I’m sorry, Mabel. I have no problem with you living off the land. I just can’t have you living offmyland.”
Mabel scratched her head. Her crown was getting kinda itchy. “Fine,” she said. “I understand. I’ll go then.”
