Her pale bottom was visible beneath the rippling water.“Your ass is going to get red,” Phil told her.“I’ve got a little bit of a tan on it,”... Tiffany replied, vainly trying to see her own butt by looking over her shoulder.“I meant because I’m going to pull you out and spank you if you don’t lose some of the attitude,” Phil replied, looking down at her. Tiffany had her elbows on the edge of the pool and looked up at Phil and gulped.“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “I’m a little keyed up, I think. I’m. She said with tears that Jeetu I swear I hadn’t crossed the line. I looked into her eye and told her I don’t believe you. She said Jeetu please believe me I’ll do whatever you ask me to make you believe me, this was the first time my thoughts for her changed a bit; a young 24 yr old hot girl asking me to do whatever I want with her, but I controlled myself and told her to freshen up. I’ll finish my work and leave. She came out in 5 min and said Jeeju I know you don’t believe me; she said Jeeju. And he had been right. He had learned that an unstable economy could wreak havoc on your budget, especially if you don't have one. He had learned that shooting craps was a foolish way to make up for monetary short falls. He had learned that you don't have as many friends as you seem to when you're buying a round. Finally, he had learned that a broke and stranded American expatriate is not nearly as attractive to the opposite sex as a wandering foreign 'scholar' with a full wallet.Yes, it had. The last entry was written the night before her execution. In it, she pondered who she could have been if she’d not been born poor. If she’d been her boss’s daughter. If she’d been related to a high-ranking member of the Party. If she’d been born in a rich country like Japan or in Europe or a person in a bootlegged movie she’d seen from America or Hong Kong, those movies that her and her friend would watch at an uncle’s house, on his VCR.She wondered if she was free to have as many kids as she.