Martin added, “now!” when we didn’t move. Mike lead the way into the back garden. Mrs. Scott told Mike “Fetch a swishy garden cane… Quickl...y. I do hope I’m not going to have to repeat everything as that will lead to more strokes.” Mike looked horrified as he realised what they meant to do. He returned with the cane. “Right, girls first. Angie, get undressed and bend over this.” Mrs. Scott pointed to the patio table. You will both receive six strokes of the cane on your bare bottoms - from. We’ll be out of there in fifteen minutes, max.”“That sounds like a plan to me,” Jim said.Melinda sank into her seat and asked, “How many cousins can they have?”“They’ve got a lot,” Jim answered. He pulled through the gate and headed towards Mike’s house.Melinda looked out the window and said, “It looks like a nice neighborhood. I wonder why he didn’t want us to pick him up here.”Jim noticed a woman watching them from her living room window. He turned his head to get a better looking thinking. “What conference is that, sir?” He asked, giving way to a half-smile. Rueben looked like uneasy. Good. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m training to be a human resources consultant and this is a conference to learn about how to deal with cultural diversity. You’re…um… ‘Hat’ there might be considered offensive to other co-workers if they didn’t know any better.” Now it was the driver’s turn to feel uncomfortable. “I see,” Ishmael grumbled. The car was silent for a few minutes, save for Reuben’s. His name was Cary, a muscular guy in his mid 40s that was on temporary assignment from the Pentagon. I was coming up Saturday, a perfect opportunity to get together. He said he would give me a call to arrange to get together at his hotel room in the Dragon Hill Hotel. However, Saturday and most of Sunday came and went and I did not hear from him. I tried calling his phone and could not get through, so I simply went home. My phone had died early Sunday, so I could not charge it until I got home..