I was talented but raw. I needed tohave my skills developed and refined. That's what Joyce told me when shetold me she was putting me on the J-V team....That didn't surprise ordisappoint me at all. It takes really outstanding talent for a freshmanto make varsity; in a lot of places, it isn't allowed at all, no matterhow good the player is. What did surprise me was that Joyce told me shewas going to take personal charge of my development. I suppose if I hadbeen born female, my intuition would have. I heard the first stroke land before I felt the fiery sting I had never before experienced. I felt a constellation of stars explode across my ass. I lost my breath. Sylvia cleared her throat. Oh, yes, the words, the words! “Thank you, Ma’am. I will never again waste your time…Mistress.” The strokes came one after another. I fought the tears until I couldn’t anymore. I felt them wash down my face in a shameless stream. I held position, though, and I followed Sylvia’s commands. She finally told. They knew if necessary, I was nearby, but after the first couple times where they would page me for every little thing, they grew more confident in their abilities to run the ship. Erene even made a couple minor course changes during a shift while I was asleep when the sensors registered a slight blip. Even though it was likely nothing more than space dust, we all had agreed that a minimum of contact with other ships while we were underway was called for.The strange thing was despite everything. Iavoided the traction bumps, navigating the steep curb in the tight dresswith Theresa taking my arm in hers, helping to steady her lady. Thiswas certainly more difficult but as I caught myself in the window of theshops, it was well worth the trouble. We made our way to the car.?I?ll drive, you need to learn how to drive in heels and I?m not takingany chances with a woman driver!? She joked but the walking was tough,how would I use the pedals with the 3 inch heels??You also need to learn how.