“What’s a shaman?” This was sounding worse and worse.“I’m not completely sure, but from the way that Mother Browynn described them, I think ...hey are wizards that talk to their gods. She calls them Earth Wizards.” Chandra’s voice quieted when she was speculating.They sounded like priests to me.“Do you know anything about these Earth Wizards?”“Not really.” Our talk of Kalabar and war dampened her spirits. Whatever put her in such a good mood earlier didn’t completely disappear but she took. I stared back; actually, I studied her. She was different from other teachers, younger and more real. I decided she used the glasses and baggy clothes to hide her looks. It put me on guard; I do not like people who hid things."Do you think you can beat up every jock and wannabe, David?" she asked with more curiosity than anger in her voice."One at time?" I asked.She raised an eyebrow to which I shrugged."I don't have to beat them all up, only the ones that won't leave me alone." Sometimes,. I grip the plimsoll in my right hand and bring it down hard onto her left buttock. Her naked body shudders. Already there is a scarlet imprint of the sole. Again I swing the slipper onto her buttock with a resounding whack. She moans… but takes it well. I notice the contrast between her reddening left cheek and her pale untouched right cheek – that will soon change I think cruelly. I hit her as hard as I can and her nude body recoils with the blow. She starts to sniffle but, it’s not over… yet.. So we set off to the nearest mall. Bakul went to the salon while I shopped for a while. When I came back, I saw a chick with a short crop haircut and big brown eyes.Bakul: What do you think, hero?Me: Sexy! And suits your face.Bakul: My bf wouldn’t agree.Me: No choice now.Holding her narrow waist with one hand and ruffling her inch long, spiky hair with the other, I kissed her. Our tongues met again, and we were lost. I didn’t realize she was hanging on tiptoes till we broke off. I slapped her.