“Thwack!”Diane Caldwell concentrated upon landing the dragon cane on the fleshy part of the nineteen-year-old’s bottom, just as Pauline had show... her. She was angry at what the blonde-haired student had made her daughter do, but did not want to whip him on his legs, or catch him high, or worse still, wrap the three-foot-long cane around his thighs.“Thwack!”Another stroke across the centre of the bottom and another red line to show where it had landed.“Thwack!”Ms. Caldwell put her full strength. This whole time travel thing is confusing."Are you guys going to continue to badger our guest or will you let her go, so I can find some real clothes for her?" she asks with sass to the group of men, but her eyes go to the giant, Saber."I guess a person can only have so many shocks in one day," Melville nods. He sums up nicely what we have all been through."She can come with me then?"She doesn't even wait for one of the men to answer her, she just reaches over and grabs my hand and pulls me out. It was nearly nine that night when Hubert (Hub) Copeland came staggering bleary-eyed into the house after spending hours in a bar belting down straight shots of whiskey with beer chasers. He weaved his way into the lighted kitchen, where Doug was studying. Bracing himself against the table, Hub leaned over in front of Doug and stuck out his chin."Take a poke at me," Hub said, his words running together, barely intelligible because of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. "Kick my worthless ass. “Oh, we did not mean to drive you away, Lieutenant,” the lady said. Thomas noticed that she was decidedly older than her partner, yet undeniably attractive.“Midshipman Grey, at your service, Madam. Since you made no request, you did not drive me away. I could see that you were looking for privacy, and I have been sitting here for a while. It is time for me to return to the hall lest my captain leaves me behind.”The lady smiled at Thomas.“Thank you, Mr. Grey. My son and I indeed need to discuss.