When they were alone, Rusol grasped Yassi by the arm. “What’s wrong with you?” he hissed. “I’ve let you mope around this place for two month..., but it has to stop! This is our wedding day. If you can’t be happy, then at least pretend to be when others are around!”Yassi grimaced. Now the compulsion would force her to act like she was enjoying herself.“How can I be happy?” she said. “You killed my brother!” She wanted to complain about the wedding too, but after the third time she’d begged him not. ”“I...”“You have done some stupid things in my time, but this? This is a whole new level of stupidity.”The voices crashed into silence.Fifteen year old Scott looked over at his one year younger sister, Mary. She looked terrified. They had never heard their parents argue like this. Ever. The occasional raised word every now and then, but never on this scale. Never with such ferocity. Scott saw the tears at the corners of her eyes. Something had to be done. It was just that he didn’t know. This is less misguided and in certain circumstances may even be helpful. Certainly, having a school nurse present at a caning is appropriate (I myself require this on specific occasions -- but it is of course essential that this observer approve of the practice of caning in general). However, subscribing to this practice should not obscure a much more profound matter, which is that the master, or mistress, who administers the cane must do so with full respect for both the immediate target and. Without thinking I leaned in and kissed her hair. She lifted her head and gazed at me with questioning, and at the same time ‘I want you’ eyes. I finally decided to take the initiative. I leaned in slowly and gently kissed her soft, perfect lips. I held her face in my hand as I eased only slightly into a deeper, more passionate kiss. Sitting there, in the back of the not quite empty movie theatre, we let our senses take over and forgot completely about what might happen or what the consequences.