"Now, I sincerely hope you study the decision I passed out to you very carefully. In it, there is a schedule of punishment strokes the court held to b... appropriate for the circumstances defined. For example, a poorly-cooked meal is worth ten strokes with the whip."Looking around again, Sally seemed to be striving for the men's comprehension as she added, "Please remember, these are only guidelines rather than hard-and-fast rules. I mean, if she really ruins a meal, twenty or twenty-five would. My Dad was blissfully ignorant about it all and still thought I was his little angel. There hadn't been a boy yet to turn me down, but now I set my sights on a bigger target.Mr. Anderson was a nice looking man. He was also my Dads best friend from college and my last class of the day. He taught algebra. He always brought me home after school like my dad had arranged. My Dad thought kids on the bus were troublemakers. He was going through a divorce with his wife. My dad talked to him about it a. " "Uh," I said somewhat embarrassed, because I was sporting a fairly conspicuous erection, and didn't want to stand up and have it revealed. "Come on, Bill," George said with a slight impatience in his voice. I got up, slightly hunched over with my hands clasped in front of my crotch, and timidly walked to the center of the room, where George was standing. The other guests chuckled at my obvious shyness. "Relax, Bill," George said with good nature, clapping me on the back. "We have no. I had my arms around his neck and my head laying on his chest."By the time the music was over, we were both in love. He said 'Can I walk you home?' and I said 'Uh huh.' I didn't pay any attention to the girls sitting there staring at us, we just left the drugstore. We never let go of each other, all the way home. On the way, he asked about me and found out I was graduating in two weeks on Friday. He asked if I'd like to get married the day after, on Saturday. I told him I would and we kissed on.