”“So,” I asked. “How many people here would want to live in Plato’s version of the perfect world?”No hands were shown, as I’d expected.�...�It’s not all that much different from Orwell’s picture of the UK,” Ben said. “The only difference is Plato somehow thinks the ruling elite will ensure everything is perfect and equitably distributed, and that education can ensure the ruling elite will always behave in the best interest of society. But we’ve never seen that happen in the history of the. A bell sounded and the spankings on stage ended and the applause and shouts of approval from the audience increased. The four grannies eased themselves up from their boss ladies laps and, as they stood, the teenage girls gripped the grannies upper arms and led them off the stage.Alice felt Melanie clasp her upper arm and then lead her out on to the stage, as were the other grannies. Soon Melanie was seated and pointed to her lap and Alice obediently lowered her full weight on to Melanie’s. The cool water felt wonderful against my shaved body, which slid through the water like once before. My seven years in a federal penitentiary seemed to fade into distant memory as I relished the sensation once again. I was rich. I was free. I was starting a new life.***The next morning, after sleeping late, I sat out on the terrace in my nightgown with a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. The terrace was beautifully landscaped, and I had furnished it with a lounge chair and a small breakfast. “Dad has gone out to buy the newspaper,” I whispered back.“So what? Your siblings will get up anytime. And he can be back anytime,” mom said.I pushed her towards me and started kissing her. I played with her waist.Mom: No, not now. Please, we don’t have time to do this.Me: I know. Let me enjoy this waist.She remained silent. Then again, after a few seconds.Mom: The door is not closed.Me: I latched it from inside.Mom: Idiot, what will I say? Why I locked.Me: Say that you went for bathing.She did.