“Are you okay?” I asked without response. “Jing, do you feel better? Thanks for clearing up the mess.” Her eyes slowly opened and stared at me... She smiled and nestled against my legs letting out a sigh of what I took as contentment. “I am sorry” she said. “I have never been drunk before; please don’t tell Kutwijf I was sick”“No problem” I replied “Just between you and me”. She smiled and closed her eyes again.Since I left she had changed her clothes, something a little less threadbare, but. "Haven High School, Principal Bendon's Office. May I help you?" This is Janet Woodrow. Diane's mother." Yes, Mrs. Woodrow, I'm Marcie Fuller, her receptionist. What may I do for you?" I would like to speak with Principal Bendon, please." May I ask what this is in reference to, Mrs. Woodrow?" I need to ask her some questions about this medical program of hers at the school. I have some issues with it that I need to discuss with her."A pause. "Um, that's not a subject Miss Bendon wishes to. Hot wax training, caning, self- bondage, tight and cruel bindings... Nothing... Every single time I think that I broke her will at last, she scores anothersuccessive point. I mean in spite of all the "training exercises" I put her through,she still manages to keep that rebel spirit of hers. These exercises are supposedto break her will for crying out loud! It's like she's challenging me. I mean if it wasn't for the pain, I'd saythat she enjoys all of this. And this is the way she wants to keep. “I’ve been around Sarah Costello for years. I can usually figure out when you’re yanking my chain. You’ve only crossed me up a couple of times. I just give you crap and we go on.”“Yeah,” Jill said again. “That’s pretty cool. You don’t ... you don’t get pissed off. Like at dinner, we couldn’t have had that conversation a month ago. Liz got pissy if someone thought she was wrong about something – even if they had facts and figures to back it up. She’d bring up some odd fact and we’d be done. You.