" Oh... Well, maybe I should talk to your Mom about having a little party and inviting her over. Then you'll get a chance to work on her."I just blind...y agreed with her, not even knowing I did it. My mind wished Becky would come out soon, and the gods must have been listening because my lover finally made her appearance, and we left right then.As we walked to school, I told Becky everything that Mom had said and what had happened last night. I could see she loved the whole thing. She loved it. Howe was a persistent liar. Beth answered mechanically. It got worse for Jenny when Mrs. Denver said after the second set of six strokes, “Give Mrs. Howe’s bottom a rub, touch the weal’s, and see what you think of them.” Jenny had to stand still whilst the 17 year old rubbed her bare sore bottom and ran her finger tips across the weal’s, the tears still running down her cheeks from the caning which hid her newer tears of indignity having her bottom rubbed. A few moments later and Mrs. Denver. I got in and took a seat, not really paying attention to those few passengers in the compartment, I was dead beat, a mixture of tiredness and drink, and a couple of stimulants, which earlier on were stimulating, but now were making me drowsy and detached. The train pulled away from the platform, it would take just over an hour to get to my stop, so I snuggled down and closed my eyes, sleep finally taking over my wracked body, as the familiar 'Clackity-clack' of the wheels crossing tracks lulled. . I'll kill him," mom promises. She's literally shaking in anger."It wasn't him." But--" Do you want to hear the story or not?" I ask as I capture her eyes with mine. I can see Mother, a woman who can terrorize witnesses in the courtroom, fight to control her anger. She finally lowers her eyes and nods yes."It was an accident, an improbable, serendipitous occurrence of events that caused this wonderful child to be born," I start. I see mom wince at the use of the word serendipitous."First of.