I started cleaning up the kitchen. I wanted a cigarette too, but was afraid to ask for one. I knew the consequences of displeasing them were severe.... When the kitchen was cleaned up, I went down to move the first load of wash into the drier and put the second load in the washer. Going up and down stairs was tricky in my heels. Being Carla was very difficult and demeaning to me. Mary now had a maid and Jack had made me into his cum dump. This was going to be a very long week for me. . ”Betsy looked at Paul. He was a mountain. She looked at Sue. She was a mouse. She looked at Paul trying to imagine him being with Sue. She couldn’t imagine it.“Aren’t you afraid of breaking her?” Betsy asked trying not to sound disappointed that he was already taken.“What?” Paul asked.“You’re big; and she’s ... like ... tiny,” Betsy said.“And?”“Aren’t you afraid of breaking her?” Betsy asked.“No,” Paul said.Sue said, “He’s the gentlest man I’ve ever met.”“I’m sure he is,” Betsy said.She. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and took several moments (and several "Hmm..."'s) studying the book. "Nanci, I can understand your concern. I don't know what steps you can take to achieve a respectable grade. I can try to spend some extra one on one work, I am not sure if you would be willing to spend so many hours away from your summer." She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere, "I'd do anything for a respectable grade, Professor." "Nanci, I think you should be careful. Since she was only sixteen she had to be home early. At least until her parents could trust her---and her boyfriend."Why are you driving down this way, hon?" she asked as he took a slighty different route to her farmhouse. She knew this was not the way home. But she was grinning inside. Wendy wasn't dumb. She and her friends talked. They knew all the parking places as well as the boys did.He slowed down, finding just the right spot to stop. Trees lined both sides of the dirt lane. Nothing was.