She looked up into my eyes and implored "doing what daddy, doing what?" I decided to broach the subject which are being playing on my mind for some ti...me."Well Cindy not everyone is happy taking responsibility, studying, making decisions, working and trying to figure things out for themselves. Maybe you're just one of those people. You have other strengths which maybe you should rely on more. "Do I daddy, what are they?" Cindy implored, looking into my eyes, while I couldn't stop myself checking. Whitaker followed behind the deputy, with Taylor a few steps behind them. Once up on the porch, the Deputy walked up to the door and knocked, standing off to one far side of the door as to not be directly in front of it.Whitaker headed to the left of the porch to try and look in through the windows and Taylor put himself in between the two, also looking in through the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of something through the slits between the curtains.Suddenly, Taylor heard a sound that sent. ? As an added humiliation, he stuffed his damp,smelly jock strap in my mouth and made me hand‑wash everything.? ?Fromthat day forward, until James was drafted into the Army, I washed all his dirtylaundry, and did his underclothes by hand.?. We attended the samehigh school, but he was two years ahead of me.?I turned sixteen in the middle of his senior year.? Sixteen was a mile mark for me, because hehad this weird idea that doing anything with me before I reached that age wouldmake him a. There was no window, so the only light in the room came from the light set in the ceiling. On the bed there were towels, a night shirt and a hard backed copy book. "This.." Fr. Curran said lifting the copy book, "..is your punishment book. I believe that one of the best methods of instruction is that of writing lines. It makes sure you remember your crime, and is suitably humiliating for a boy such as yourself, to have to bring his copy book to me for inspection." "Now lets get you working!".