`I wish I were her.' Masami said, looking at the poster.She told me she'd found a hairbrush just like the one in the photo.Then she went into the bath...oom, brought it out and handed itto me. It was this heavy oak brush which I patted against my palma few times. I asked her if she had ever been spanked with it.She told me she'd smacked herself with it a few times, but thatwas all. We both stood there for a moment looking at each other.She took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and let it. "We can do it here, and identity discs, if you have money?" the Police woman explained, "Maybe your friends will pay?"She went to speak to Carlos and Luis and returned smiling, "They have paid for you, Mr Ardiles will do your hair, you," she said pointing at Lynnie, "Come with me!"Lynnie went first an was shown into a small room where she sat in one of two individual barbers chairs in a facing a counter with a blank wall where you would expect to find a mirror, and the policeman stood with. When I stumbled into the kitchen wearing just a pair of boxers, mom and dad were just getting ready to leave. "Good morning, son! Looks like you must have had a fun time at Randy's party!" dad said. "Your sister has been moaning all night so she may not wake up for quite some time! I'll bet she had too much beer last night!" Yeah, probably too much of something," I said with a laugh.Both of them told me to be nice to my sister and then said they'd be back quite late as they had several places. In my turn I'd felt it too, thoughI'd never pushed the boundaries so energetically as Tamara. My earlyexperiences of Father's withering frosts, as we came to call them, leftme so mentally bruised I became careful to avoid them; subsequently Ihad striven towards everything he'd ever asked or expected of me.There was probably some irony to be found in the realisation of Tamara'swild rebellion and my quiet collaboration as she had ultimately excelledwithin Father's narrow expectations while I was.