And also, for your story i ask the class to write, you are to write about me torturing you, and make it good, I like it rough.”“Yes sir I will.”...��Ok you may go now to your next class.”“Ok thank you sir bye.”Amanda and I walked to our next class, (social studies with Mrs. Julie Hamm.) she is a nice old woman, she said this is her last year of teaching.Amanda gave Mrs Hamm a note, telling her she is new to her class.I sat down in my seat. Mrs Hamm introduced Amanda to the class, and told her to. But by the time I got home, I'd twistedmy stomach in knots again, worrying about how they'd react.I started with the easy stuff, Lily and Andrew inviting me to come overand hang out the weekend after I was ungrounded. To my surprise, Dadscrutinized the invitation from Andrew and asked if it was a date."No," I said. "Andrew's dating somebody else. We're just friends,same as always." Is he dating anyone we know?" Mom asked. "I don't remember hearinganything about it... but I suppose we haven't. The day was deliciously bright, warm and sunny (let the reader understand that this kind of day does actually happen now and again in Devon, not just in stories). He got up earlier than usual and collected his bait from the tackle shop (translating in his head that “a few fish coming out” from the place he wasn’t going to, and nothing from where he was, probably meant that there was a very good chance of him catching a big fat bass for tea). He drove back to collect his wife, who finally. ‘Oh Gawd, Josh!’ Peri was mortified, ‘I am so terribly sorry, Sir. I will clean up the mess. Did you want something?’ Peri stepped back further as he walked into the small kitchenette. ‘That looks like a nasty scald. I think you need to get it seen to,’ he lifted her chin and inspected her chest. ‘Come with me.’ He took her hand, picked up her bag and led her from the room. Passing his secretary, he ordered, ‘Call maintenance to clean up the kitchen. We will be back in a while. Call my mobile.