In her violent movements the water boiled and she scratched my hand and banged my nose with her elbow. I got water up my nose and abandoned the effor... without having really seen much of her bare arse at all. “He was trying to pull down my pants!” As I emerged from the water I heard the unjust betrayal. I was stunned. “Andrew Hall!” my mother shouted. “She started it! She dacked me first!”Mum, Alf and Barbara were staring open mouthed, looking from me to Tabatha and back again. “I did. When I name a style, you shall adopt it. It will go on until one of you falls to the ground. Alicia, you will go first.”All the disciples stepped back, minus a scrawny young woman with her hair tied into a bun. She stepped forward and she and Eric bowed to each other, then assumed a fighting stance. Her arms were raised to protect her head, while he widened his stance to guard his center of gravity. They waited for the Grandmaster to give the signal.Facing Eric was something all the students. The thorns and nettles between her body and the tree were doing their work as with every lash to her back she pulled forward and gasped even more.The branches were getting worn now as i must have struck fifty times or more. I then picked up a nice bendy hazel branch I had collected and proceeded to cane her body every bit I could starting at her feet working up to the shoulders and all along her back and bottom. I picked the camera up and zoomed in to capture the pattern I had made on her now. She speaks. “Are you checking out my bum?” “Of course I am,” I croak back to her. “I made some tea for you, it’s on the side. I’m just finishing something.” I turn to my left and see one of the Seven Dwarves smiling back at me on the side of a chipped mug. I reach out for it, it’s still warm to the touch as I pick it up. I take a big gulp and wince as I taste the sugar she’s put in it – a sign of how unfamiliar we still are to each other. It’s probably how her dad takes it. I hate it when.