He is JimmyPhilips. Again, it has been a pleasure having both of them in myclass. Mrs. Clark.(Sam and Jimmy) - Sam and Jimmy coming home from school... Jimmy, My momread the letter the teacher gave her. Mom was so happy I am doingbetter in school. She said she was very proud of me for being so good.Yes, me too, said Jimmy. My mom must have received the same letter.She was so happy I was not getting into so much trouble any more. Icouldn't tell her why. Neither could I, said Sam. What. Oh yes, Daddy. She orgasms atleast twice every time. She is a sex machine. She squeals like apiglet."I can gurgle. I can gurgle and dribble. Make him clean up the mess."Oh. Look at the monitor. Blood pressure going up a little. But you'llnever be able to set the alarm off. You are just so relaxed. But I'lltell you something to cheer you up. Something that might surprise you.So just relax a little."Bastard. Bastard. Bastard."Well, as you know, that this started by being between you. This caused her to fall into a sense of insecurity, bringing Adrian along for the ride. That insecurity had almost cost them, AND me, everything.That's what they were to me; Everything.To them, I am their Master. I had complete power over them, but that power only exists as long as they allow it to exist. With the use of one word, all of my power over them vanishes.This always brings up a question that I've wrestled with quite frequently; In the sexual Master/slave relationship, which one. The man had a fucking high straight flush, all clubs. As it set in what I was looking at, it also set in what HE had been thinking, all along. Not only did he just show me that he'd known from the moment he'd made the bet that I would probably lose, I had also just shown him that I'd been pretty sure that I would lose from the moment that I made the bet, as well. We looked at each other in silence for a few moments, almost seeming like neither of us knew quite where to go with it, next.I.