"Just tell me what you want, Bethany," Carmen replied coldly. Bethany smiled wickedly and licked her ice cream cone. "I'll tell you what: I am the same age as Derek. All I ask is that you do everything I say, from now on." She took another lick of her ice cream cone. "Be my sex slave, and I won't breathe a word of this to Mr. Childers." Bethany went on to promise she wouldn't reveal their special relationship if Carmen agreed. They eventually shook hands and went their separate ways. And that was how it had all started. Bethany would skip school and go to the Childers' home when Mr. Childers was at work and Trevor was in school. There she would dominate Carmen, commanding her to please her in any way she saw fit. Then one Tuesday evening when Bethany's parents were out of town, she called Carmen. "Come over to my house right away," she insisted. "But my husband is here," Carmen protested. "Make an excuse," Bethany demanded. "You have ten minutes." Eight and a half minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Carmen. Bethany let her in, shaking her head as she locked the door behind her. "You didn't dress up," she said. "You know I like my little slut to dress up for me. You only gave me ten minutes!" Carmen objected. "No excuse!" Bethany replied. "Go to my parent's room and put on something of my mother's." Carmen returned a few minutes later wearing a pink babydoll and matching thong. Bethany nodded. "Very nice," she said. "Now get over here!"