" he turnedback to me. "This means I really have to torture you." I whined anddesperately looked around. "This can't be happening?this is just anightm...re..."Edwardscontinued. "Before I start, I give you one last chance to confesseverything. If you remain stubborn like this, I will cause so much pain to youthat you cannot possibly fathom, boy." Please,sir, understand me! I can't confess what I DO NOT KNOW!" Alright.You had your chance. Even if something comes to your mind during my work, saveit.. I had emailed a picture to Daddy weeks ago on my wish list of presents I wanted for my birthday. Daddy hadn’t said anything at the time. “And can anyone tell me if corporal punishment is still legal in this country?” No one ventured an answer. “No? Well, perhaps your teacher knows the answer. Krystenah?” He turned to me, a smile tickling at the sides of his mouth. “Yes, Sir. Corporal punishment is still allowed in some states,” I answered. “Great,” he said and set the paddle on the side. ’ Her fingers worked nervously with the needle and thread as the passion of her convictions arose. ‘Sometimes I think we would have done better in the wilds of Africa than this place. I haven’t the vaguest reason why Monty loves this place so.’ ‘It’s not England,’ Pearl cut in, still buried in her book, ‘but it’s not Honduras or the wilds of Africa. It’s as good a place as any.’ ‘Pearl, you are too kind, as you always are. I don’t mean to offend, Mr. MacLeod, because you are obviously an. Not like that little pee-wee you’re sporting.” She laughed cruelly at my lack of a desirable penis. “So it’s good that he’s stopping by. Don’t you think so?” I wanted to tell her again that I loved her but was afraid of setting off her short temper. So I just mumbled something about her happiness being what was most important. She smirked at me, at my weakness, and then her expression grew into a wicked grin, which was what she got when she was hurting me. My heart was breaking but, just gazing.