" It tookabout fifteen minutes to discuss the situation and the proposed solution."Do my daughter and the young man have to be present for the ritual...?"asked Mom."That would make things easier, but neither one's presence is necessary.The best case scenerio is both present and freely participating.However, the only really essential thing is that the young man be alivesomewhere. But be aware. It will cost you. Are you prepared to pay theprice?" Mom felt chills down her back, as if she were. I felt that it was driving me so crazy that I couldn’t resist researching his identity. At the same time, I started to have some weird stalker fantasies about him. Where did he come from? Who was he? These thoughts were so compelling that I was obsessed by my own erotic dreams about him.With a good deal of trepidation I started to investigate, just by myself through an internet service, and I was surprised how quickly I was able to discovered who he actually was, where he lived, where he. Overall, a very sweet lady, but as I found out she could be quite vicious when she was angry. I think she felt that a spanking was justified because I went to a Catholic school that still used paddling. If my teachers could do it, why not my piano tutor as well? Ha. You’d think that the threat of spanking would have motivated me to practice, and I guess it usually did, but I could be awfully lazy sometimes too. I was supposed to practice an hour a day. If I missed a day, then I was supposed to. After a brief hesitation, Elise chose the obvious one for an aggrieved daughter. "Why haven't you told us?" she demanded.Once more I carefully selected the most restricted truthful answer I could think of "I wasn't sure she would be allowed to stay."Bull's-eye! Elise was stunned into silence. When she had recovered, she said "Well, who is she?" Why don't you go up and find out?" I replied. "She should be home." At this hour?" Elise asked."On a Tuesday afternoon? Yes, she should be home," I.