I used everything I had learned in psychology classes and then some but it was no go.I had discovered also that I enjoyed the power and control that I...had over other people. One of my professors had noticed that I was doing something different at school and kept me after class one day. We talked for a bit then he got to the point of having me stay after."Joan, I feel that you are taking psychology for all of the wrong reasons, and I fear that you are going to hurt somebody. You need to. It was 8:45 and the bar was fairly empty. As we walked in the guys eyed Karen. All I could think about was, ‘Eat your hearts out, mates! She’s mine for the night!’ We ordered drinks, and the bartender kept coming over, one drink at a time, checking out Karen’s cleavage. No subtlety involved, he just stared down her shirt each time he brought a drink. I could tell Karen was enjoying the attention. She kept turning sideways on the bar stool, letting the bartender see inside. As she turned back. Julienne is my cousin. I'll be fine."Julienne and Jay drove off and parked in a secluded spot."I think it's time to swap back," Julienne said."I think you are right. How do we do that?" We need one last bet from the Cheater's Stone." Yeah, one that you are sure to lose." It doesn't work like that. You can't cheat the Cheater's Stone. It hasto be a real bet." It does?" Yeah." What happens if it's not?" Well then it punishes you." How does it do that?" You probably haven't notice but my family. They drove back to their house. Then another car pulled into Bobs driveway. It was a agate grey metallic Porsche 911 Carrera. Hoan Vegars got out. He was wearing a grey Confederate Army Kepi, an orange Everything is Bigger in Texas T-Shit, Wrangler jeans, and a brown belt with a brass oval shaped belt buckle that had the letter CS on it. He had purchased this belt buckle at the Museum of the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia. Hoan was also wearing brown Justin Bay Apache western boots. Hoan was.