Each won a few rounds and then Bill started winning consistently, even where she had the home court advantage."Hey, you're an inferior kind of person!...Why don't you act like it!"Bill grinned. He'd never had so much fun in his life.In a close play, the loser's hand slaps down right on top of the winner's. After a streak of Bill's wins, Alison growled in genuine exasperation. She pressed down firmly to trap his hand and didn't let up.Bill enjoyed the touch, so he sat and waited. The seconds. Early in the morning I heard him go to the toilet, so I timed my movement so I could confront him naked, I wanted to see him look at me, make him desirous of me, compare me to my sister, the fact I was a lot younger made no difference, so as he emerged from the toilet I walked from my room and stood naked before him, too late, no turning back, and as he stared in disbelief, I smiled and said, 'Sorry', apologizing for my nakedness, making no effort to obscure my breasts or vagina, not even. I saw it as if in slow motion. I felt it first, the rising wind. It started slowly and then gained force behind it, blowing the autumn leaves across the streets, bringing up dust and natural debris from the earth. Some people were shielding their eyes from the flying earth-bits, but I wasn't. Thank goodness for that. If I had shielded my eyes then I would not have seen the show you put on, love. I saw a rogue newspaper going flying past my ankles as I walked the streets, admiring the fine. She resented the way that I made her lease a more expensive car, to keep up her image.It all worked to her advantage of course. I gave her a promotion and a big raise, just to muscle her along the way to her downfall.The problem is, and Denise would be the first to agree with me on this, success isn't enough to conquer insecurity. Sometimes, it just makes things worse. Kind of a stupid little paradox, isn't it?When the promotion to sales manager came, poor Becky was filled with doubts about her.