I could live with that, and it'd be somethingto tell my grandchildren: Yessire, your grandpa was the Elvis for the NightSkies Hotel! And he got paid h...ndsomely, too! I don't think I'll tell themabout the part involving me being locked up in my suite, though. It'd justbring up uncomfortable questions.Something isn't right. It's noon, and I don't think Elvis had emerald greeneyes. Well, I didn't either. I do now. I watched them change in the mirror,from sky blue to emerald green in maybe a minute. Trevor gave her a quizzical look, she nodded at the album, he turned the page. It and the next three pages taken from the rear, showed progressively the woman, his delightful mother, being beaten with that whip, hard.Uncle Oliver laying it on with gusto, red welts across back, and buttocks, legs and shoulders alike, blood running in the last of the three, till her comatose body was limp in its bonds. He looked deep into her face, a slight smile on her lips, as she turned the pages once more.. Sharma was bubbling with anger. He rounded up on Anita and asked if it was true. When she didn’t reply even he began hurling insults at her. While the two husbands were busy abusing their wives, inside Arjun was nearly close to finding proof and away from them Mrs. Nair’s house door was opened by Aarushi who wondered where everyone was. She could hear loud shouts and decided to investigate as soon as she changed.As she stepped in and opened the door she found her mother’s saree and blouse lying. “Smack!”“T-…two!”Another blow, and another cry as she held on tight to the other side of the desk with her hands.“Smack!”“T-…three!”“Smack!”“F-…four!”“Smack!”“F-…five!”By now, her vision was starting to swim, and the headmaster paused briefly to allow her to recover. Setting the ruler aside, he reached out to gently caress her bottom, rubbing over the area where the pain had set in the worst. Sarah sniffed, blinking as a tear leaked out from the corner of her eye.“Twenty-five more to go,” said.