My last weekend in Guelph was the Southern Ontario Tournament for Wheelchair Basketball. I had almost forgotten about it until I saw a photo and an ar...icle in the local paper about the kids from the Guelph area participating. I decided I would go, spending the weekend in Toronto before leaving for Vancouver.The tickets were very inexpensive. In fact, the parking was more expensive than the admission. However, I really wanted to see the tournament and see how some of the kids I got to know made. Stand up." He commanded. "Well I was just about to leave anyway." she said despite not wanting to admit she could not resist his command. "Hmmmmmm I can see you need a little more proof. Oh you're right, you are going to leave here but just not the way you expected. Take off your clothes, Becky!" Hah! What a loser! First you knock me out and then try to convince me I'm no longer in control of myself?!" she said as she started to unbutton her blouse. "There's as much chance of me sucking off the. What once was my favorite treat now had no flavor.I shrugged. "We kind of talked about him a few weeks ago. She mentioned that she thought he was cute and she wanted to go visit him." Yeah, but she told the police-" I know what she told the police!" I cut him off unintentionally, "but I don't believe a word of it. I mean look at what's happened to her. She's back at home but never leaves the house. She refuses to see any of us and her parents said she's lost so much weight they are worried. Some time later Auntie called her down and told her, in front of both Ron and I, that she would be punished after dinner. Six strokes of the cane. “No, Mum please, not the cane,” she pleaded, glaring at me and trying to avoid looking at Ron. She knew that having the cane as punishment meant having to be punished nude. “Go back to your room. I will call you when dinner is ready,” her mum said. When dinner was ready, Auntie told us to sit down so Ron and I chose the place opposite where I knew.