"Miranda isn't one to lose," I pointed out.

"Neither am I!" Ellie snapped back, pissed at losing the bet.

Playing my poker hand perfectly, I asked, "I assume you're already plotting to get Alexis back as your submissive slave?"

"Alexis?" she questioned, "Don't you mean your Mother?"

"One and the same," I smiled, tapping the empty seat beside me, "Come sit back down, Ellie."

"I think I'll stand," she glared, before turning to Mom. "Alexis, all these years you resisted me and now you submit to your son?"

As I had instructed, Mom remained silent.

"Answer me!" Ellie demanded, raising her voice.

I pointed out, "Remember please, that we are...