Her eyes blazed with rage and she screamed at the top of her lungs. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Cat's shoulders slumped and tears began to stream ...own her cheeks. "Fuck you." Her whole body sagged. She slid off him sideways, falling to the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hugging them to her and tucking her head. Tears continuously streaming down her face, she quietly whispered "fuck you" over and over.Jason looked at her for a minute, then. She was on the final stretch now, the train on its rattling tracks towards her own stop, where, like it or not, she'd have to get off to be in time for her unfortunate shift at work."P-please..." She whispered to herself, almost doubled over as she doubtless drew a couple of glance, breathing harder than she should for an innocent commuter, her cheeks flushed a crimson red.If she was to get lucky about one thing today, it was the fact that to everyone standing around her, her apparent. So, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. Either you level with me, or I will be forced to apply harsh disciplinary measures,” he said.This scared the hell out of me. I had heard stories of a long cane that Mr. Marvin had used on students. He would cane students from the shoulders, down the back and buttocks, to the back of the legs. They were horror stories. I began to shiver and shake with tears streaming down my face.“Perhaps it is time to level with me,” Mr. Marvin said.As I sobbed, I began. What had the girls done? How had they been caught? Jared suggested they’d short-sheeted an aunt’s bed, but that got boos. The suggestion that got the most applause was that the girls had indeed short-sheeted Aunt Mildred’s bed but also added a snake, and Mildred had come downstairs, never mentioned the snake, but was in a better mood than she’d been in since 1968. While the boys joked, Jill realized she was with three special guys. She’d been with Brad for six months, longer than she’d stayed.