Her smile brightened briefly in a coquettish return, a flirtatious gaze lingering for a titillating moment in the corner of her eye. It surged like a ...drug-induced rush, though every inch of my being. Then, cocking her head slightly and raising her chin, she continued her forward progress; never missing a mesmerizing step.I watched those enviable creases caressing swaying hips, accentuated by the rotation of perky buttocks over her sculptured thighs and heel-defined calves. Then all too soon,. Maybe a better question was how did I act when I was ten? Dredging through my faulty memory gave me a few clues.I was shy and didn’t make friends easily. That was all to the good since there would be fewer people to notice my slip ups. I’d finally overcome some of my shyness not more than six years before — I guess recycled was as good a term as any — when I’d ended up working with one of our more personable salesmen for a while. It wasn’t that he was intending to give me tips on how to be more. It may also be necessary to administer floggings to those who persist in very naughty behaviour.I will be sending to you Sr. Bertha,who has over thirty years experience in teaching and disciplining girls;Sr.Bertha will be accompanied by Sr. Benedicta,Sr.Anselm and Sr.Gertrude who are all advocates of the use of corporal punishment in daily life to solve societies woes.I would be most grateful to you if you could furnish me with a list of names of the girls who are the most persistent offenders. This was quickly becoming an issue for Angela, as she sensed the mood in the room turning. ‘I…I…I don’t have any cash.’, stammered Angela , ‘just take the drinks back and we wont’ drink them.’ ‘Too late’ said Jerome, and Angela looked over just in time to see Carlos slam his shot and chug his beer. He set down the empty bottle and smiled. ‘Twenty-six bucks, bitch…CASH!’ Angela was now terrified. She knew she was in deep trouble. Her mind began to race a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure.