I know that sounds strange but that's just the impression I got."I'm not going to change anything, Mom, it would be silly to get rid of it just becaus... a few people thought I was a girl. I like it too much to do that." Oh good, I was hoping you weren't going to do anything drastic without thinking about it first. I know you like having long hair and think you'd be really upset at yourself if you cut it off. I cut my hair short one time and regretted it immediately afterward. I'm glad I did it. They took her to a wooden stool that was curved on top. It also had leather straps on each leg, and a wide strap for the top. “Please bend over the stool and spread your legs so they are on the outside of each leg. We will not strap in if you feel you can maintain this position while being caned.” One of the men said.Melissa felt she had no choice but to bend over the stool. One of the men had a riding crop and flicked it many times to her upper middle thighs. “Spread your legs further. “Good. They’re breathing,” the medic mumbled quietly, “I damn sure wasn’t going to give them CPR,” but most heard him anyway, and a chuckle went through the group.Inside the fence, the construction supervisor had been on the way to the office trailer to requisition a part from headquarters. He stood staring at the tableau a hundred yards away. He couldn’t hear what was said due to the howling of the wind and the distance, but he had seen everything. He had stood spellbound as the men dangled in. “How are you Alexandra?” He asked. I just stared at him in complete shock unable to form words in response to his question. “She's fine,” said Thalia as she moves closer to her husband. “Alexander would you please go pick up the papers from the main office for me?” I immediately knew this was her way of asking me to leave her alone with her husband. So I left the room. I sat outside just wondering what they possibly could be talking about right now. I knew that their relationship wasn't at its.