“It depends. The person who breaks gets whatever goes in a pocket. If nothing goes in, it’s an open table for the next player.” He glanced at he... across the table. “I have my own stick, we’ll share.”“How am I supposed to make this shot?” Stephanie had stripes, and the only available shot had the cue ball in an awkward spot.“Lean over the table and stretch out your arms. You’ll want to put some back spin on the cue, and it’ll roll back and set up your next shot.”“How?”He showed her a small,. .. seeing ... their daughter.She was standing on the veranda, dressed again in a sundress.He pulled up short, to avoid raising a cloud of dust around her. She watched, apparently placid, while he climbed down from his horse. His eyes drank her in. The sundress was held up by a strap that went around the back of her neck. The ends of that strap widened, to attach to the bodice, which supported her breasts, and showed them off at the same time. He saw the bumps of her nipples under the thin. Politics! Carla just loved politics. The whole idea of it, the being at the center of power, getting to where the decisions were being made, where deals were done. That was what got her juices flowing, got her hot, got her ready for the big game of politics. She would do anything to get ahead. She wiggled her ass a little, getting more comfortable in the professor’s grip. They were at the desk, and the professor was talking, ‘My student here and I have adjoining rooms. We are here at the. Then she said firmly to me, “My name is Gloria. I think you should call me Mistress Gloria.”“Yes, Ma’am,” I repeated.“Didn’t you hear what I said?” she asked almost angrily. “Not Ma’am, Mistress Gloria. You got that?”“Yes, Mistress Gloria,” I mumbled.“I want to hear you,” she yelled, and I yelled back, “Yes, Mistress Gloria.”“And this is Holly,” she said, “You don’t have to call her Mistress.”I gave Holly a sort of smile.“And why is that, Holly?” she snapped.Holly scampered over and stood next.