She had looked for a way out, an excuse to get him back, but found no real solution.“It was out of panic.” She thought, “I would have never hit ...er like that.”And she had hit her daughter Lisa. They ended up fighting after a short but heavy argument. She had hit her own daughter a bleeding nose and shut her up in her own room.Robert had been unaware of this, luckily, and Trixy was so taken by her mother’s action she had meekly followed her order to go to her room too. Robert had heard part of. We'llmake a beautiful maid out of you before the night is through. Butdon't you dare cum before I allow you to, you son of a bitch!" Ooh, I love it when you talk like that," I replied."Did I give you permission to speak, huh? I don't think so, soshut up! Besides, you are to address me with 'Mistress Andrea',is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress Andrea." Very good. You learn fast. Alright, let's get on with this.Here, put on these stockings." She handed me a pair of stockingsjust like the ones she was. She had, on several occasions told me that several of her girls, the ones in her fantasys liked to be naked and in front of a bunch of men and that being a topless dancer or to star in a porn movie might just be another way to satisfy this fantasy. I told her fantasy was one thing and that dancing in front of a bunch of men who had been drinking or auditioning for a porn move could lead to situations that might not end with the pleasure of fantasy. The next thing I know Jane was talking about. There was a long pause and then I heard a weary Captain Prescott speaking. “Captain?”“I’m here. I’m trying to get Corsica into position. The only problem is that we’ve taken several hits on our starboard side. I’m tempted to have my helmsman roll the ship,” I replied.“Zulu won’t break off,” Captain Prescott said. “I’ve been arguing with the captain of the ship about that.”“If we can hold out for fifteen minutes and take out most of the Sa’arm ahead of us, we can break off and Zulu will still.