Finally, whatevermagic Cheri had used had gotten to all my clothes. Each andevery shirt had a dart in it, just like a woman's blouse, toaccommodate t...e bustline. Even my suit jackets were altered. Isighed as I dressed; I sincerely hoped that this was a one-nightjoke Cheri was pulling.**********Even after three cups of coffee, my eyes refused to stay open.Cheri, on the other hand, came in all smiles and bubbling withcheer. "Good morning," she sang sweetly as she bounded into. Two: you come here, bend over for some short, sharp treatment. NO! Not that! Keep your panties on!” He was tempted, but figured bare fourteen year old behinds would be too far for his resolve to hold him back. Each girl bent over, not even on his lap since he was stiff as a board, and he slapped their bottoms hard five times with a sail baton. It made a satisfying ‘slap!’ noise and both girls were fighting back the tears at the end. The school had only given up corporal punishment ten years. A big U-haul was parked in their lot, backed in with the ramp leading into their garage. A tall and skinny man walked out of the back of the truck carrying a box. He had round glasses and reminded me a lot of the guy from 101 Dalmations. He was gangly and clearly clumsy as his big foot caught the lip of the truck on the way out and both daddy and I startled, thinking he was gonna take a header off the truck. Big trees fall hard. But he caught himself and smiled at the woman coming out from. Sue sensed my deep thinking and didn’t take offense at how long I was taking to answer her simple questions. Finally, I gave her a weak smile, the best I could manage, and started opening the Russian doll that was my fears and perceptions of reality. “Sue, I do know that you love me with all your heart … but’s it just that sometimes I panic and forget.” Sue was looking at me with a loving but firm expression, waiting for my second answer before speaking herself. “And yes, darling, I trust you.