The next morning I rose about 10:00. Peaking my head out of the doorway of the tent, I could smell coffee. Good enough. I slide into a pr of sweats, a...nd a plain white tee. Sliding into my flip flops head out for some hot brew. The rain is still coming down. I pour up some coffee, then into the supply tent for some pop tarts. Sitting down at one of the tables, the wind has died down, just the rain. In a few Dustin emerges, and joins me. He sets down grinning, as expected. “Oh gawd Matthew—you. "Lorin, today I got a call from Mr. Oster. Apparently your teachershad a team meeting and in their discussion they compared notes aboutyou and came to the conclusion that you are not being yourself. Theyfeel there is something that is distracting you from doing the A workthey have always gotten from you." I'm not failing anything!" Lorin exclaimed."No, no, they say that your grades are now mostly in the B range. Foranyone else they would not even notice, but you have always been asolid A. As I sat on the last bench, everyone in the class turned their head back to watch me. In some time, the Professor entered the class, and everyone stood to greet him. His name was Mr. Sameer. As we were seated after greeting, the Professor saw me.Professor: Miss Juhi, why are you sitting at the back?Me: Sir, I am comfortable sitting here.Professor: I can understand your comfort there. But you are going through punishment. As per it, you need to sit on the front bench.Me: Sorry, sir, but the Dean. ' As to be expected, Beth broke the tension. 'We want you to let us go. You've done enough to us here and we don't want to be transported to somewhere else. You've had your fun and you've hurt us and assaulted us, so let us go. Just let us go, please.' It was pretty well a standard plea, with not much of the bargaining, and close to what I'd expected, from my previous experiences with women pleading for their initial freedom. 'Please. At least you know how to say.