Because the captain was correct: I needed harsh discipline. I needed to be spanked. I was proud and willful and all of my bravado was nothing but wor...ds in the wind. I acted rebellious and heroic because that was the way I thought I was supposed to act. Inside I knew that it was just an act. It was nothing I believed in. In fact, I suddenly realized, I had not worn the sheet because I was shy or attempting to protect my innocence--I had worn it because I had been afraid to be myself! The real. "Just then Wayne pulled up in Nick's classy car. Nick had bought afive-year-old pickup truck earlier in the week in Terrace Bay, andfixed a car seat into it. For the reserve, that was practically brandnew. Wayne was now taking the car to London, where he already hadseveral people who had answered his ad on Kijiji. Selling the carwould provide him with more than enough money to pay for his term atWestern University, and Nick would still make more money than if hesold through a dealer in the. Fortunately it was just me going home with her that night.After our fourth drink she leaned over to me and whispered, "I have something for you... at home..."I played along. "Reeeally. And what would that be?" A package," she whispered conspiratorially."Hmm. And what's inside this package?" Something for you. Just for you. Come home with me and see..."I guess I couldn't refuse that offer. I was reasonably drunk and ready to see her naked. When we got back to her apartment, I could see the hints. He was wearing old jeans and a torn shirt. As dark as it was, she could tell that his clothes were dirty and his hair unwashed. How could someone like him, scruffy and of no importance whatsoever — how could he dare to give orders to the queen? ‘I am myself’, she answered in a cold voice. ‘I am the person I have always wanted to be. I don’t know what past you are speaking about. I have no past that would be worthwhile remembering.’ Daniel took another step towards her. The moon was still.