" Yeah..." I sat back, reaching for my water and drinking it quickly."Do you hate me?" Mom suddenly asked."What?" I stared at her."Are you angry with ...me because I..." She shrugged. "I've wanted to serve you since you were a teenager, Susan. My Mistress Susan. You don't know how often I've wished you were someone else's daughter, just so I could call you that." I'm not angry, no ... I'm just..." I didn't know what it was I was feeling.My father hadn't known a thing and I'd played a little scene. The few who were smart enough to think of Shahia were also smart enough not to say anything. The rest were having a field day. He knew that most money was on Lisa, since she had made it clear all along that she was going, but alone. But Lisa had just laughed."Chris? After all that's happened? No, he's a mate, but we ain't going together."To his knowledge, no one had even asked Shahia about whether she was going. Her cautious explorations outside her shell hadn't been enough to make anyone. His body stiffened, then spasmed,and he ejaculated. The first two spurts had enough force to shoot intothe air, landing on the carpet two feet in front of him. This wasfollowed by several more gushes of his sticky, white emission, whichdribbled down over my hand as I slowed down my efforts and let himdrift into the afterglow."Oh, God," he sighed."Was that good?" I asked. I didn't normally like asking stupidquestions, but this seemed appropriate.He just nodded.I pulled my hand away. It was. Cindy took a second to lean back against the wall and dramatically released a held-in breath of air toward the heavens.“Do you promise to start hating them the second they do something heinous?”“How about I agree to begin listening to your arguments, because after all, you just might be a bitch, too,” Jennifer mused as she dodged the torrent of damp towels tossed at her by not only Cindy but several of the other Patriot dancers.The game against the MacArthur Brahmas was not as close as the.