About eight or nine years ago I was reading the letter and on the very first page she started going on about my ex-first wife —”“Mavis.”“Yes..., her. Apparently, Sophie Elizabeth reported, she who I haven’t named for forty years was getting divorced from her second husband. I stopped reading immediately and wrote back to Sophie Elizabeth saying I don’t want anything in her letters about ex-wives, nothing, absolutely nothing, they are not my family any more and I wasn’t interested. I told her that. I was embarrassed a bit and the other students started laughing. “How had it come to this?” I thought, “Going from a conservative Sindhi family to a girl sitting on her student’s lap, wearing such skimpy clothes!”But I did not get much time to think. The student next to me said, “Pranali, his legs must be paining since you have been sitting on him for half an hour. Please hop on to my lap.” He held my arm and pulled me towards him. Reluctantly I sat on my second student’s lap and what the. And fortunately he is gone before her legs give way.While the following day is uneventful the nagging apprehension troubles her mind. Then the second day arrives as does the letter and it reads, "I thought that he would never leave! But anyway for the good news, everything is going splendidly and we should be together soon! Best Regards."Suddenly, the apprehension and she is filled with rage! She walks to the phone and calls the post office then spends a frustrating as they patiently explain. The twins both stared at Rachel, who paused, took a deep breath before bringing the nasty piece of leather whistling through the air. It landed solidly against Stacey Sundstram’s bare bottom a moment later.“Whack!”The red-haired Sixth Former screamed, the noise muffled by Francesca Bergman’s legs in which, her face was buried. After a few moments of watching the eighteen-year-old wriggling and squirming as the pain ignited a fire across the centre of her bottom, Mrs. Portman took aim once more,.