Cranfield silenced her with an imperious gesture. Ibrahim looked down at his feet, then raised his head and looked Mrs. Cranfield in the eye.'Yes', he...said slowly and clearly, 'it will be a great honour to have you as my teacher. I shall work very hard. I shall do everything you tell me.'Chapter ThreeShe wasn't sure when exactly she began to think about Ibrahim as more than a student. From the first she had found him physically attractive but she had not thought of him with any feelings of. Mary got them into the car and onto the Interstate. Whydid men think they should use machines? As if womenwere toys with buttons you pushed. The last few years,the guys she’d dated just – if they wanted anythingbesides getting their rocks off – tried some techniquethey were sure would work.Every one left her cold. Why couldn’t they be human,like women? Mary thought of the one time she’d come, inhigh school with Betty – well, actually, after Bettyhad gone back. “We’re doing four shifts, tonight,” Clara informed me in a matter-of-fact-manner once she’d laid her own sleeping bag and air mattress down next to mine. “Gort and Unna are going to pull the first shift, I’ll pull the second, and Gabby will pull the third. That leaves the fourth shift for you to take. It’ll spread out the length of each shift and it’ll allow you to get the most sleep. That way you’ll be rested for tomorrow. We’ll keep it that way until we get to Gort’s village, and you’ve dealt. For both Darla and Sofia, the separation had been long, as they both planned on making up for lost time during the short time that Sofia could spend with her over the next 24 hours. As the two of them danced slowly and seductively on the pool table, they finally decided that they could not wait any longer, and slowly started to disrobe each other as the men watched and urged them on. Sofia was the one who then took charge, grabbed the hem of Darla’s dress, and began to slowly free her from her.