Daddy still got drunk, every Friday through Sunday, and he continued to beat up on mother, but he left us kids alone. We just retreated upstairs to Ji...my's room behind a locked door and shook with fear until daddy either passed out or left the house.One Friday night when Daddy was slapping her around, Mother apparently reached the end of her rope and had enough. Uncharacteristically, she reacted behind her back, picked up an iron skillet from the stove, and whacked Daddy in the head with it.. The way this was done also suggested other ways the shield could be manipulated.Tiffany seemed to be happy or at least happier than she was before. We were not sure but we figured she was now pregnant. She could not fight but she pushed herself to do whatever she could to protect the family. This meant shield research first and then weapons. I searched for way of regenerating limbs along with the rest of the family. I had some of those in Section M assist in the research. This would be a boon. In no time at all, she was not only swinging back and forth,but also writhing and contorting frantically. Uninhibited screams burst from her gaping mouth – the mouth in which a pink tongue flickered – and tears jetted from those blue eyes widened in torment and shock.When I had given her ten across her madly squirming bottom (remember – that was fifty individual streaks of biting-burning pain) I saw that she was near to fainting. But the experienced Bela was to hand and was soon waving. I'd been expecting a fight and was all set to do battle. That's probably why I went after Jack when he started in on what I was going to miss by finishing school two years early.That's exactly what I was expecting from Daddy and June. My father knows me by now and can tell the difference between something I really want and something that's important to me. But that doesn't mean he caves whenever I want something.We went through a lot of back and forth when I brought him a parental permission.