He sat down at the small kitchen table, grabbed a pen and turned to the page in his notebook where the stagnant, unfinished poem sat, read the lines t...en scribbled over them, crossing them out. “That sucks,” he said, and started writing the words that just like yesterday when he finished writing the new poem in under an hour, today the words poured from him with few cross outs. But what he was writing was different than what he had been trying to say months ago. He remembered how stuck he was,. I didn't think anything could get that fast. That has to be close to ... Shit, I just don't believe this shit. Where did this come from?" Welcome, Betty, to the world of your future. How may I help you?"Betty screamed at the male voice and rose to a defensive fighting position. "Who's there?" Relax Betty. Your heart rate is approaching a very high level. That's not healthy."She slowly searched the room, but could find nothing. "Someone's gonna get hurt if you don't tell me who you are!" Calm. She asked me my plans, how long I planned to be in Copenhagen. I told her I wasn’t sure. My brother was getting married in two months and soon I was going to go down to Hamburg to see if I could hop a freighter back home but didn’t have any money. “Oh, so you will be leaving soon.” She sat back in her chair and narrowed her eyes and I could tell she was thinking about what I had said. Both of us were silent, but gazed into each other’s eyes. Why is she looking at me? What’s she thinking?. “P-p-p-please stop! I’ll clean my room! Honest I will, right now!!! Aunt Clare paused, “Really? But your bottom is just turning pink. This is hardly enough punishment considering your disrespect and out and out disobeying of my direct order.” She started spanking me in earnest now, left, right, left, right, over and over. Each smack wasn’t particularly hard but the effect was cumulative. She hit each cheek in turn and then worked her way to my upper thighs, alternating sides. .