That was the prescribed punishment. As it is the punishment for all plagiarism. This is a lesser punishment, humiliating and humbling yet it is not ne...rly as severe as having your future crushed for one stupid act of borrowing someone else's thoughts and words. Stop me, borrowing is not the case it was theft of intellectual property, plain and simple. That both professors came up with a plan to show me leniency by allowing me to accept a caning and this naked servitude, does not change my. ”“Aye, I will, cheers Paul.”“Cheers Jason,” Paul smirked, raising his glass as he stepped down from bar to make his way back towards their team.Jason watched for a moment as Paul rejoined the group, biting his lip, wondering for a second whether or not he would point out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, Paul just rejoined the conversation without so much as a nod his way.Jason smiled. He was good people.He turned back to the bar just as the centaur placed down a two-pint stein of. "There's nothing here," one of them announced.The little man was looking through his bag. "What's all of this?" he said, removing some of the contents."Teaching aids," Waylon responded. He looked one of the officers in the eye, "I'm duly licensed by the State of Texas as a CHL instructor."The woman looked offended as the assistant showed her the safety booklets and rubber practice guns.The man took Waylon's plastic pill organizer and shook it, "What's this?" More teaching aids."The organizer. So, Belle stripping down to her tank top in her skimpy shorts would not faze him. If it disturbed anyone he was picking, well, his well-concealed gun did more than protect his sizable bankroll.On the trip, Belle curled up and slept while Bud cranked out the miles. The sooner they arrived, the more daylight was available to them. This would be an overnight trip, the kind his wife used to go on but now detested.“We there yet?” Belle asked sleepily, the first words spoken in 200 miles.“Still an.