"She felt rather sorry for the reaction of the boy, sixteen years old,with almost the body of a fourteen year old girl and the emotionaldevelopment of... an eight year old child. She was glad that she'd decidedto look after him, she couldn't imagine what would have happened to himotherwise. She pretended she hadn't heard and left him to his daydreams.A few days later, once she had become settled in her new role of head ofthis illustrious, small, but very rich family, she got to thinking. . But how would the system execute the punishment of perpetual solitary confinement? Solitary confinement was anathema to civil libertarians. They felt it was cruel and unusual punishment. They had a pretty good argument for this, considering the horrors of the classic ‘hole’ where there was no illumination, inadequate ventilation, primitive sanitation, marginal nutrition, and concrete lined cells. It was only second on their list of unacceptable punishments, death being the first. Solitary. Attention to that caused more reaction than anything so far, including a couple of hands tugging at my hair and then an attempt to crush my head with her thighs.I got surprisingly similar reactions when I repeated the last part of the experiment with my sister.It was close to nine when we got to the kitchen. Mom and Dad were sat at the table, drinking their after-breakfast coffee. Both seemed in good humor when they saw us, big smiles on their faces. Dad mentioned something about noises and. But I wasn't too nervous about it. So you get your ass paddled or some such juvenile shit. No big deal. There were fifteen of us new pledges and I figured I could stand anything the other guys could.So came the night and we all gathered at the frat house. We went through a lot of bullshit rituals at first--bowing down-- reciting sacred pledges--signing our names in blood--and so on. But what was all what I expected more or less.What came afterwards was the gas! They sat us down and said we had.