She said nothing, just stared at me wide-eyed. “How’d I do? “ “Wow! You… Not to bad actually. Four out of five. Have you been stalking me or...are you psychic?” I smiled and laughed. “Neither, just very observant. Which one did I miss?” “My degree. It’s Political Science. So? Explain. This I have to hear.” “You’re accent gives you away. It’s not heavy, I’ve definitely heard worse, but it tells me you’re from Chicago. So then I ask myself ‘Well now what would a young, twenty-something girl like. Nurses and a doctor would stop in to see me now and then. I was staying awake much longer now. My thinking was clearer now. I knew what I was waiting for. I wanted Kayla. Someone could explain what happened to me at any time, but I wanted Kayla. She must have been at my side almost from the beginning. I wanted her to know how important she was to me.She came in that morning, dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans. She looked a bit drawn and I saw dark circles under her eyes. It didn't matter a bit. "Sick teacher and no sub." She crouched in front of me. "Are you okay?" I really don't want to talk about it, Janet." That's some stupid shit to say to a girl, Mateo." She knelt down and sat on her heels. "What's up?"Being my only friend, I didn't have much of a choice, even if I REALLY did not want to talk about it with a girl."I have a problem," I said. "I had sex with Bailey." Maybe you need to look up the word problem because sounds like you have it confused with 'I hit the lottery'," she. "When the girl was ready, and the spectators were gathered around standing back respectfully, Phil said, "Sally, from now on if you cheat on me or your husband you will be caned, is that clear?"Sally moaned that, yes she understood. He brought the cane down hard across the meatiest part of her buttocks, and she screeched and stood up, hands clutching her bottom. Phil told her to get back in position. When she was still, Phil tapped her bum with the cane, and said, "You will allow your husband.