****“So what was all that?” I asked her as we got in the car.“What?” she asked innocently, turning to look at me. “Javon?”“Yeah... Javon...” I snorted. “Coming out the door to see my wife giving some Black guy a hug is a little uncomfortable. They're already ragging on me about your 'new boyfriend.'”“We were just talking,” she said matter-of-factly, “and he told me about his aunt fighting cancer. She like, raised him, you know.”“Oh good, I though it was something serious between you two,” I. Four years ... I did not romanticize the past. I remember writing in my diary that so many did, and not to forget how miserable I was. It would be nice if I had started it before my senior year, so I could figure out what I was up to.I should just go home. I looked at my schedule- psychology- gym- lunch- choir- French and history left.Maybe they’ll have those peanut butter and chocolate squares. Other than that. Hell, I took French in college, still can’t speak a word, though my wife says I. ’ My mom had this Kodak 35-mm camera, an old one but a very good camera, which she’d had since before I had been born. Mom took a few pictures, and then told me to get lost, that she wanted to talk to Jennifer alone. I went in the house, while Jen and mom walked down the fence line. ‘What’s up’ Mr Matthews asked me. ‘My mom’s out there, subjecting Jen to the Inquisition.’ ‘I suppose that’s fair enough, since I did the same to you, and I’ll bet that I was a lot easier on you than Edna was.’ ‘You. They were bending over side by side,Oliver was moaning,his bottom was stinging.The old monk placed his left hand on the end of Oliver's back as he reached across to cane Natasha.The monks long,brown habit brushed off Oliver's bottom as he raised the cane to administer to Natasha. "Fuck,what a turn on," Natasha whispered as the Abbot brought the cane down in one swift,practiced stroke.She screamed out.The cane came down again and again.Natasha felt as if her bottom was on fire.The Abbot felt.