Kia grabbed my hand.“The paper did mention a success rate of 98ish percent,” she suggested, “Maybe Dean’s a failure?”“No he’s not!” Pa... shouted.“No it didn’t,” Renée murmured.“It said the success rate was nine hundred eighty something--”“Eight six.” Added Suzi helpfully or anally.“--Per mil. 986 out of a thousand is 98.6 out of a hundred. Dean could easily be a failure.”“Stop calling him that,” Pat demanded.“How about we get up? Talk about this at the table.”“I don’t really want to get up,” I. He strode briskly to where Colin lay and kicked hisbackside. "Stupid boy! You could easily have embarrassed me and destroyedmy career," said Ross who then picked Colin up and carried him into theliving room.Colin had discarded his school uniform on the floor and Ross kicked theblazer, shirt and black trousers to one side as he dumped his son on thesofa. He sat down, hauled Colin over his knees and held him tight. Heraised a hand but spoke first. "Son, I've told you before about skippingschool. Almost all of the names were somehow related to sports, so it could be that Jones only knew those associated to sports. Our high school was large enough that it was probably impossible to know the name of every student, so I let him get away with that."OK, Bob, now is the time for your general punishment for raping those innocent women. I offered Eddy and Hank a chance to swing the bat, but both of them chickened out. I was not so tender hearted. I use the bat to break both of Bob Jones' legs. Checking in the mirror, I could see that my split skirt just showed my stocking tops and my blouse unbuttoned at the top allowed my black bra to peek out the top. Once I had my red lippy on and my hair tied up, I put my blue eye shadow on and was ready to go.The taxi pulled up and the driver opened the door for me, we drove to the prison.We arrived at a stark grey building and after a quick security check by a female officer, frisking me over with her hands! ' Well love he must be worth it,'.