She wanted to be the paddler, wanting to thrash the helpless victim.It didn't matter if it was Tom or Pat, she wanted to hurt them. She would,with gle..., paddle either or both of them. But then something strange came over her, she imagined herself as the victim,powerless, mute, exposed and yet covered, vulnerable, biting down on the gag,gripping the chains, having her breasts fondled and slapped and her arse thoroughlypaddled until she screamed for relief, a scream that could not be heard ?. We quickly learned that most of the girls were bored silly by just sitting around, doing nothing. About half of them were interested in pursuing their educations. Some of the girls didn't want to go back to school, but were interested in learning some job skills for future employment. Angela found jobs for three of these girls right away, doing assembly work. One of the advantages to this type of work was the girls could stay seated while working, and, because it was piece work, they could work. "My name is Rachel sir." It was barely more than a whisper."Louder girl," He pressed me once more.I swallowed then spoke again, trying to quell the tremble in my voice."My name is Rachel sir," The words made me feel odd, a funny tighteningin my tummy as I said them."That's better girl. Now where do you live?"He had my phone in his hand and my address was on it, so he knew Icouldn't lie. I quietly told him."105 Hadfield road sir." He nodded, that's the road out of town towards the river isn't. “And why didn’t you tell me before?”“Because you never gave me a chance,” Terri replied. “You were too busy ranting about how much rope you were giving Kevin to hang himself.”Dad intervened, bringing a calmer head into play. “Let’s go into the lounge then you can tell us all about it,” he said.When we were all comfortably seated, I handed over the Suspension Notice to my parents. They read it grimly.“Fighting,” said my mum. “This is a new low even for you.”“Aren’t you even interested in my side.