She walked across to her desk where she had left her tawse and picked it up in her right hand, examining it closely, before turning and walking back t... where Mrs. Markwell’s daughter stood, still wiping her eyes and giving out the occasional sniff and sob.“Right, young lady. Hopefully we won’t get any more interruptions while I conclude your punishment,” she smiled sweetly.Louise Dwyer pointed to the treatment table with her two-foot-long, twin-tailed leather tawse.“Get yourself back on the. " Gertrude laughed off her own psych up in the mirror looking at her naked definition lacking 90lb body with it's modest four inch penis and orange slices for balls all wrapped up in a compact five foot three package, she got dressed and made her college football field to see her friends"Hey guys, I finished looking over your book reports." Gertrude explained holding up a binder as the team stopped their drills and ran over to her "Trent, you used "hereafter" wrong on page two. Scott very good. I said, “Hell, that’s an easy one. I could do a couple hours up in the mountains.” “Dare you,” he said quickly. Dammit I thought. Why did I say that. “Alright but we need to grab some beers on the way if I’m going to do this.” And he pulled into the next 7-11. Dammit, I thought again. Why did there have to be one right on the way? I turned to him and said, "We should up the dare. You walk in, buy the beer and ask the pretty women hanging out front to join us." He did and I don’t know what he. He’s the reason I’m trapped in this fucking tent, staring up at a turquoise canvas that pretends to be the blue skies from my memories. He’s the reason I’m alone inside this barrier. The others don’t like that I hole up in here. I heard them. I heard their words. They wanted to leave me, and move on before those…things…got back. The monsters. The things that took Sawyer from me, and from this world. Maybe he’s back in the world of blue skies and airports and laughter. I can only hope so. He.