But how on earth did they know my name? It seemed that they could read my mind. “You are the owner of the Juliet.” The taller one pointed her chin... to the boat. “Step into the water. It’s not deep. We were waiting for you.” Everything in their behavior and their voice was so trustful and I jumped into the whitish-emerald water, even though I did not see the ground. I made a small splash and my feet touched soft sand. Both took one of my hands in their own. How warm and soft their skin was! We. And was shaken awake by the bed bouncing beneath her. It was already light, but the red digits on the bedside clockshowed 5:30. From some stray memory synapse her mind made precisethe time as A.M., Greenwich Time. That connection caused memoriesto slowly slide into place in her sleepy brain as the vivid dreamlost its hold and faded. She was left with the mysteriouslyvibrating bed. Liz MacKenzie turned toward the boy sleeping next to her. He wason his stomach, mouth open, with almost a grimace. What kind of corporal punishment is this? I haven't heard of any corporal punishment at this school before," Susan asked."I'm afraid it will have to be spanking. Paddling hasn't been used in this capacity for a couple decades I've been told, and as you read in the agreement no records are kept beyond the single document."‘Spanking? I’ve never been spanked before. Not even parents did that when I was little. What is it going to be like? Could Mr. Eriksen hurt me?’"If I allow myself to get. Everything went fairly well until the week following Thanksgiving Day. One day, Mr. Fischer discovered that his store had one very serious chink in its security. On that particular day, Mr. Fischer apprehended two individuals for attempting to steal merchandise from the store. He was furious. He had experienced the effects of shoplifters at his previous places of employ, but this time was the first time that those people were stealing from him personally. In each incident, he called the police.