Amy, come stand here with your back to the other sluts. Put your hands on your knees and hold you ass up for punishment.” “We will start with Amy....She will receive one swat from each of us with this leather paddle and thank each one of us for our efforts.” Mathew rubbed her ass gently and then firmly put the paddle across her ass. Don and Sam followed and Amy expressed her thanks as appropriate and never so much as whimpered. She was then directed to stand next to the others. Mathew went to. . real teaching was nothing like the Professors said it would be. Like Generals planning to fight this war with the tools of the last war, college professors were still using the techniques they learned from their professors.Now he had to write out assignments for the next four days for ALL his students and do it right now. 'Fuck ... I haven't read that far ahead in the book.' "Class, pop essay quiz. Five hundred words on Shakespeare in the modern world." He glared at Wendy as she left. He. Who is he? I sit watching as his car pulls up. He gets out, locks the door and walks to the shelter. “Good morning, “ he says and sits. “Hello.” I gaze down the lane. “There is no number 38, is there?” I say quietly, not looking at him. There is a pause. “No, no... I'm afraid there isn’t," he says, eventually. I stare out of the window. “I think I’m ready,” I whisper. “Yes, I think you are.” I stand and face him. He sits and watches as I unbutton my white blouse and remove it. Then, I. [quiet] You were talking about yesterday, about when we were here, before we stopped, what I said.D. Yes.J. Every morning - Every morning I think my life is normal. That's not what I mean. I mean - I think everything, all this, you, this body, this hospital, was all just a long nightmare. I think everything was a dream. When I wake up I think I am Henry, I think I can go - I go to the mirror and the image always frightens me. It's someone else. It's like looking out a window and someone is.