Mom what? Rachel jumped up off the couch and rushed over the Betty slapping her face. She lifted up Betty's dress and pulled down her panties. I stare..., not believing what I was seeing. Then she smacked Betty's bottom with her hand. Betty gave a muffled gasp, but didn't do anything else. Rachel spanked her over and over again, and Rachel's hands finally flew to cover her rear. "Get your hands away or it'll be more*!" Rachel said. I couldn't believe she could make her voice so stern! She waited,. That little ... EPISODE!" She yelled. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were livid, even though they were filled with moisture.I simply nodded dumbly.Sarah took a deep breath. She still looked me suspiciously, as if daring me to comment on her 'little episode.' She kept her eyes on my face for a second ... then nodded. "Good." She said. "Obviously this is all your fault anyway for imprinting yourself on an honest to god 'MIND CONTROL' chip. But if you think for a second that that was the real me. "Was it a successful season?" I asked. I looked around at all my friends and colleagues."Yes," said Posey. "Attendance was up, and so was the enthusiasm." I thought it was better than last year," agreed Anthony Rogers, another old high school teammate who was in his second year with my camps."We specialized a little more this year than last," said Weasel. He was sitting next to Posey, and kept glancing at her. Posey was an attractive girl, and she was trying hard not to glance back at. The helper was nowhere around. For a brief moment, she irrationally contemplated running for freedom even in this diveled state.That was soon nipped in the bud, as a split second later, she saw the door near her foot open and the silhouette of the helper loomed in the darkness. The driver was still on top of her, I wondered if he had gone off to sleep! The helper bent down and tapped his boss on his thighs and said,“My turn boss, get up!”. She stared in wordless terror as the driver eased.