Mom. Grace. I'd lost them, Mom to a violent, unnecessary death; Grace to her fear and loathing of violence.Grace's words echoed in my mind: You have a...damsel-in-distress thing going, little brother. One of these days, it's going to get you into more trouble than you can handle.One of these days was upon me.Mary and I had handled the first wave of violence Walter Bell had sent at us to put his foot on the back of our necks and grind our faces in the dirt. Yes, I believed Bell was behind the. Once back in the detention classroom she returned to her desk and started writing the line that was written on the blackboard. 'Bad girls need to learn to behave.' She wrote almost absentmindedly and was thinking all the time about the recording. How humiliating it would be if in years to come, her own daughter, if she had one, came to the school and heard a recording of her mum's spanking. She so wanted to tell Mrs Jones how she felt. Not just about the recording but about being spanked in. I walk in on you just as you're out of the shower and with a wry smile on my face I say, "We're still going shopping today aren't we? If we are I've put something on your bedside table to wear, I'll wait downstairs I'm ready to go."Sitting there on the table was a small egg shaped device but there were no switches or buttons, you knew instantly what it was for and what was going to happen.It was 30 minutes before we reached town and we'd walked and talked and you'd almost forgotten about what. She was open-mouthedwith shock. “Oh my God... it wasn’t John in the car. You’reframing him for my murder!” “That’s right Miss Altmell. There will be witnesses who rememberthe car arriving and your getting into it. The burning rubber was a nicetouch don’t you think? It’ll help cement the witnesses’ memories.Your boyfriend will have no alibi, and will fighting against strong circumstantialevidence. He’ll be jailed for your murder, of that I am.