Miss Samuels, what you do in the privacy of your own home is your business, but I have a right to expect that your”—he savored the word—“fetis... won’t interfere with my business. I can’t just let this go. I will have to discipline you. Please step around the desk.”Marie obeyed without thinking. Normally the word discipline would be a trigger for her, but she just assumed it was time for the sorry-to-let-you-go handshake. Then he gave her another command, “Please pull your skirt up to your. I stayed scared, every time I climbed. I am an easily scared. Cathy, the few times she did come to the climbing place, laughed about my fear. She didn’t worry, she had no fear, she learned everything with ease, yet she didn’t care either way, and soon her interest in climbing ceased altogether. For me, on the other hand, it became an addiction. My heart was beating wildly just thinking of the heights I was going into, I wondered if I was crazy, yet I just couldn’t stop. I admit, in part that. Kyle reciprocated her question, “Debora, I don’t exactly consider myself a prize either. Are you sure you want a guy like me? I still have to pinch myself to believe a beautiful generous and loving lady as awesome as you, can love me.”“You really think I am awesome?” she asked.“My love in your own way you even give Lee a run for her money, and you know how much I love my little sister.”“Yes,” she said quietly.Kyle lifted her chin, “Debby, you have a brother, right?”“Yes,” she responded,. Mommy smiles at me like she sees right through me, and knows I'mstiff as a board."You'll be a good boy while mommy's gone?" She waits for my reply. Sherepeats it in a much stricter tone, "I asked you if you promise to bemommy's good little boy while I'm out."There's no ignoring mother when she uses that tone. "Yes mommy," Iunconvincingly reply.She must have picked up on my lack of genuine resolve (we both knew whatshe was referring to)."Well, I don't believe you. Come here."I reluctantly.