Chapter Seven
Dirty Pool
At the tender age of eighteen, I was enslaved for life. And this didn’t happen in eighteenth century , or some sultan’s brothel, but in the poolroom of my very own house, under my loving parent’s roof.
They’d gone on vacation, leaving my older cousin Kelly in charge of me.
Actually she was my third cousin, and I’d only known her (and not very well at that) for about a year. She grew up in , far from the rest of the family, and had only returned to the area recently, after graduating college. Nevertheless my parents trusted her to move in, hold down the fort, and keep me strictly in line for the two weeks they were away in the .
Kelly was twenty-three, after all, very mature and independent, supremely self-confident. She shone with the kind of feral, innate
