She is the most terminally shy and retiring person I have ever met and a courtroom would eat her alive. Any law firm she goes to will be cut throat, t...ying for the coveted partnership, and they would chew her up and spit her out.”“And you think she could do this? But would she? She has all that school, all that training, do you think she would or even could change horses in mid-stream?” I asked, concerned about the girl as much as the job.“She needs to take the Bar exam, no question there, but. You rub your eyes and look around to ensure you are still where you thought you were.Rising from the ground you walk to the pieced together shards of glass you use for a mirror and inspect yourself. You check for injuries or bugs, you find new scars forming below your right shoulder blade as well as across your abs. You run your finger along the length of each of them , feeling a sting for each moment of contact."How many do you think there were?" A gruff female voice asks from behind you.You. “Oh stop now – don’t be crude - and give me a cuddle.”“I don’t know - those hard nipples might bruise my delicate skin.” Bamber had a way of talking that just cut away all subtlety. As we embraced I could feel she was upset.“I’m sorry let me put something on.”“No no sorry – it’s not that … me and Mother have had a row.” It was always the more formal ‘mother’ - when they didn’t see eye to eye and ‘mommy’ - when things went Bamber’s way.“Oh I see – mother problems huh?”“No … it’s actually Alex. But you better get used to fresh air again and plenty of it!"Clementine obeyed. Soon the cane was swishing through the air and her buttocks were on fire as Amanda coldly slashed away at them. Amanda might be tired after a morning thrashing her in the wood and an afternoon felling trees, but she gave Clemmy a caning to remember for many weeks after. Then she was told to stand up. Amanda came round and stood with her face an inch away from hers."What have you to say now!" I am sorry. But we were.