” Jasmine Storey emphasized the “my” strap, to indicate that it was the heaviest one available and was going to be much worse that the single-la...er strap that Mrs Carey had presented to Joanne when she had been appointed Head Girl.“I will not award you a certain number of strokes – seeing as you did not do this to poor Melissa. It will be up to me exactly how many you receive.” She paused. “Is that clear, girl?” She explained what was going to happen in the same tone that she would use with any. We started arranging our stuff and got ready to take a nap. At 7 there was a knock at the door. My room mate open and entered our maid manju. She was a maharashtrian lady 5’6 in height and figure of a simple housewife say 38-28-40 and of wheatish complexion. She was in her early forties. She was wearing maharashtrian saree. Her boobs were what u expect from a mother of 2. She was well built. She apologize for being late and we enquired her about what will her salary and timing . We both were. But as much as she tried, there was always the dark image of the coffin brooding in her mind. She had to find out. First of all, what kinds of instruments were hidden in there? And, even more pressingly perhaps, what was the purpose of it all?The day flew by most uneventfully. She had her midday meal and dinner served in the atrium. When she had just finished her evening meal and sat there lost in abstruse thoughts again, her personal servant rushed into her direction, rousing her. She blinked. ’ Ted could only grin and gulp helplessly. ‘Now, your thoughts. Would Bob be better at managing the Lexus dealership or the motel?’ He could no longer contain himself and chortled at the amazed look on Ted’s face. Unable to curb his curiosity any further, Ted demanded to know the origin of all this money. ‘Where the money comes from is no-one’s business but mine. It’s legal and all taxes are paid. It’s international money and the overseers are extremely tough and brutal. They would make Shylock.