“You couldn’t drive another three hours?”“I could,” I chuckled. “I’m taking my time though. The drive’s been pretty good. I’ll leave...early tomorrow and be there for lunch,” I promised.“Alright,” he said. “We’ll have your room ready when you get here and after lunch, I’ll put you to work.”“So much for my vacation,” I said with a laugh.“I’ve been waiting for you before I do a lot of the drywall,” he admitted. “The place looks like a disaster zone right now, but I’ve done a lot of the work. However, Burnside was not planning to whip Wendy that night. Waiting would be part of her punishment. It was significant that Burnside was not planning to do the one thing that truly would hurt Wendy, take away her art supplies. Burnside knew the importance of Wendy’s art as part of her therapy. The loss of her art supplies truly would be a severe punishment to Wendy, but one, thought Burnside, that ultimately would not help her. Wendy would suffer for the correspondence course paper and not. The road is a lonely one except on weekends when the tourists are out, and I had not seen a car for miles. As I rounded a curve, pulled off to the side was a rather rough looking old car with the hood up, and two women standing beside it. I pulled over to see if I could help, introducing myself. As it turned out, they were a mother and daughter on their way home, and the car had stalled on them. I tried for a while to get it running again, but it was pretty obvious that it was hopeless. . Eddy looked up, and he also saw a camera on his side of the partition wall. "What now?" he asked Theodore."Rip them down ... And take out the memory cards. I think I found a way these will pay for our new clothes! that faggot bastard is going to pay!" grunted Theo softly to Eddy. "Keep your stuff on! ... and let's pick out some shoes too."The lads packed up their own clothes and hid the cameras. As they walked over to the racks of shoes, the assistant scuffled back over to the twinks. "How was.