She was doing pretty well until we got to year seven, when she developed hiccups. I stopped and let her recover."Thank-you Sir ... That was six!" and ...she got back over my knee.I continued. I was not hitting her anywhere near as hard as I could, but she had received enough by Year 11 --for those who ran out of toes that's 66 swats-- that she was in serious distress. I decided that was enough for the night.She had tried not to complain the whole time, but there was an occasional "ouch" and some. It seemed haphazardly dumped, so I felt safe sitting cross-legged on the floor and rifling through. A few books, a binder, nothing extremely personal. Curiosity nearly satisfied, I felt along the bottom of the pack. A small paperback was wedged crosswise and I manoeuvred it out to plain sight.I almost choked as I read the title: “The Story of O.”Settling the rest of the knapsack back into place, I opened the cover and began to skim the text. I had heard of this book, knew it’s premise, but. "Hey, are you saying something to make the girls avoid me?" Cameron was extremely suspicious at that point."What? No," Mark scoffed. "Why would you think that? Are you having that bad of a time. Remember, I invited you. Be a little more grateful," Mark played off Cameron's suspicions well."Yeah, sorry. I'm striking out. I think I'm about to pack it in." How about one for the road." Mark held up two fingers to the bartender, ordering a shot for each of them. Cameron sighed as he accepted the. ‘I’m married Tom but don’t let that stop you. My husband accepts that what it’s like in the advertising industry. In the meantime come with me. You have a desk in my department and you will have the title, ‘Ideas Associate, Print Art’. You will have freedom to roam the department and discuss anyone’s work with them and sit in on client meetings, walking in and out as you please. Jed says you are to be untouchable, a creative genius like you only comes along every 100 years. Read about yourself.