.. understand that kind of love that we have. He just needs this and so do I.”“Yeah, well, I need this now. Count each slap, thank me for it, and ...eg me for another ... and mean it!” Julian demanded, even as Sandy joined him in the room.“Master, what shall I do?” Sandy begged her lover, though they both already planned this bit of theater.“Handcuff her. There, now get out your notebook while I beat her repeatedly with this strap. She is to count each swat, thank me for it, and beg me for. Jasonwas careful to keep very aware of who was around him the rest of the day.On his way to his locker at the end of the day, he saw Brad waitingnearby. He took a deep breath and went to his locker.As Jason opened his locker, Brad came over and said, "I'm going to getyou Jason, just you wait. This is not over."Jason looked at him and said, "Fuck off, Brad." What did you say to me?" Brad asked incredulously.Jason slowly put his books in his locker, closed the door, turned towardBrad, stared. The halls outside the door were patrolled during the day, but at night they were mostly deserted.Even through the metal sheets and heavy curtains that disguised them, she could hear the distinct sounds of gunfire and the not infrequent screams. Some nights you could smell smoke, and when that happened, her father would fill the tub with rusty water and set out buckets. They had canned food, bottled clean water, candles, blankets and even a gun, though it was illegal and well hidden. Through. If you want to sit and wait until the rain stops; you better go there in the corner restroom, where they sometimes do place paper towels for the people in need and come back dry”.This was the first time for me to be in this building, although I had heard a lot of the stories of interest. I did not want to refute the lady and thus quietly started walking towards the restroom in the corner she had pointed. Surprisingly the railway station did not exist anymore but there was a clearly marked sign.