She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.The monk went to the table he had been sitting behind and opened one of the drawers.He took out a leathar ...trap and went back over to Jennifer who by now was begging him not to slap her anymore.Her pleads fell on deaf ears.The first slap of the strap made Jennifer scream.The second brought tears to her eyes.The strap was brought down across her bottom so many times that Jennifer lost count.All the time the monk was calling her an errant woman who. I got overwhelmed when it was my turn and sort of shut down. These two girls are like me, and also David’s friends. When I finally could ride the waterslide down, everyone was gone, so the three of us went off on our own. I forgot all about everyone else after that, too. If you hadn’t asked where I was when you remembered me, I wouldn’t have remembered I was with anyone else but these two. I promise that I am ok, and the girls and I can touch their skin and mine, without any of us feeling like. I shouldn't poke about, I knew. It was more than bad manners. The urge, though, was too strong. I might discover, folded up and sealed with a handful of mothballs and left on an upper shelf, the real him. I'd just take a moment, I told myself, just a glance.The second to top shelf was just about his eye line. I had to teeter on my toes. At its rear, behind, his collection of hats, were a dozen black video cases. I wouldn't have paid them any particular attention except that the paper labels had. The other girls all seemed a bit overly obedient to the head cheerleader’s every little whim and Candy wondered if they all knew a secret she was not in on as yet.Candy kept her gut instinct hidden from the others because she was the “new girl” and it would be inappropriate for her to say anything that sounded negative or paranoid. Saturday would be an all-day training session and she was certain she would find out all the ins and outs of the cheerleader squad operations. Hopefully, Veronica.