" Now he really does sound like a robot," David said as he walked over to him.Julie helped pull Michael to his feet. Once vertical, Michael closed the... hatch in his chest and rebuttoned his shirt. '"I need my equipment, Jules.'" he said."That's going to be a problem, I'm afraid." she replied. She went on to explain how Arnie has been telling everybody he could possibly imagine about who he really was."Goddamnit. Mother fucker. Son of a bitch." Michael exclaimed, but everyone around couldn't help. It seemed like forever. Sometimes waiting is more painful than the actual discipline. Finally she returned.“Come here, baby,” Mistress called to me. I went to her. “I know you didn’t mean to say it but I do have to punish you or I get punished. I will use the cane so we can get though this. I will hit you harder then you been hit before, do you understand, Liya? But only five. Be strong, my sweet child.” No no no no no! I begged her with my eyes. My voice quavered. “Yes, ma’am. I. I tried to focus on the task at hand. As you can guess, that wasn't easy.I felt myself getting close and knew I had to shoot quickly. This was my last chance, so I shouldn't, but if I came first, the game would be over as well.So I did what you should never do, I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.A split second later, I simultaneously heard a loud thud and an ecstatic scream from Sam. I opened my eyes and saw that I had hit, ripping the once star shaped plate into two.I looked to the. This was going to be my chance, my one shot. We moved in different circles, and no project alters the rigid castes of high school. I needed to be with her, I was completely enchanted with her. Every mannerism of hers endeared her to me. I imagined that her actions somehow betrayed some interest in me. Her shallow breathing? Excitement at being near me. The accidental brush of our hands? A carefully calculated display of affection. The way she constantly fooled with her hair? Well, I couldn't.