Nextmorning I woke up earlier than usual so that I had time to iron the jeans.I folded them neatly into my closet so they would be ready any time Scot...tywanted them. I sent him a text message to let him know that his jeans wereready.I waited three days, but there was no message from Scotty. I saw him atschool several times, but he ignored me. He was always surrounded by hisjock buddies or a group of aspiring girls, so I didn't have the courage toapproach him.Finally, on Friday afternoon, I saw. They were both freshmen at Marshall after graduating from Henry Monrose High School in June.They had vastly different backgrounds. Julia was the scion of a family that had de facto ruled their hometown, Scotstown, for over a hundred years. Her mother was a Southern Belle, her father employed most adults in the town. By contrast, Emily was a rube, the daughter of a sawmill foreman. Her parents were hardworking people, but money was tight, and there were two siblings to feed and clothe. Julia had. Hu.Ab story b ata h shayad pakk gaye hogeYe baat kuch 2 year purani h jb transfer karake fbd aya tha job achha chal raha tha fir maine yanha p room b le liya room.M him do frnz rahte the much mahino baad use jana pada mujhe akele rahne ki adat nh thi to m pareshan sa rahne laga fir mujhe cmpny k gm mr. Sajay malhotra me bulaya or samjhaya or bole kuchh din yanhi p took jao jb achha large chale jana khir m vanha p ak hi din ruka or fir next day ghar p a gya mera mann nh laga ghr p b to bhar. I was terrified, but I couldn’t beg. Not like that. Not yet.“No? Then I guess you’ve just been wasting my time. You’ll soon learn that there is a severe punishment for that.”There was no warning of the blow across my ass, just the sudden blossoming of pain. It hurt more than any of the whippings I had been given on my forced march here. It took my breath away. I couldn’t help but scream. “After each stroke, you will say ‘Thank you master, that was one, another please’, ‘Thank you master, that.