She was sprawled across the bed in deep slumber with the marks of his energy showing clearly across her milky white skin like badges of courage.He so ...uch enjoyed dishing out the blows to the seldom protesting young things that walked the streets of major western cities. The females engaged in that profession in his country were not amused by such treatment and were far too well protected by the dreaded Yakuza to be trifled with. He had an appointment with the embassy in the mid-morning but no. "You're right, baby," I said. "This is OUR road."He turned his head and smiled. "Your ancestors have to be from someplace like this. One of these days we need to look and see where your grandma cme from."I squeezed his hand. "This is where WE come from. We're in Alabama now but this is where pieces of us will always be." This guy is my husband. I want our lives intertwined.The rental car finally rounded that last meandering curve and headed out of the low road to the ridge that held our. In fact we might talk laterabout my renovation plans, but right now we still haveto straighten out tonight!" "Aren't we going to punish him, mother?" she asked anxiously "Well dear, I've been trying to work it out! I haven't heardfrom your mom yet, Billy; but I have left a message onher cell phone with what I need. All I know is she she does her discipline on a Friday Night and you needed a good whipping, but I really need more than that!" "Ooooohhh!" Hillary sighed, absently fingering. And the shaving. And remembering last night. And knowing what was about to happen in Homeroom.We wouldn't be the first Program kids to have "gone all the way" in Homeroom. Last month, when Okapi was in the Program, Giselle had done him right there in front of everybody, and Botilda had told me about Tina and Dan going at it back in January, in her Music class (Botilda was taking classical guitar). But as we walked in the room, I suddenly wasn't sure I wanted to do this. I mean, I was dripping.