She then added that the desk top computer may be blocking my light. I wasted no time in saying that it was rather dark, hoping beyond hope that this w...uld spure her into moving position slightly. ‘not really’ I replied. At this Vicky stood up, shit I thought thats the end of that, she then moved the desktop and sat back down. ‘is that better’ she asked ‘can you see more clearly now’?. Could i see more clearly???she had sat back down with her kness just about as far apart as she could get them. Around the 12th stroke the belt slipped across her right cheek and smashed into the soft flesh of her left crack and inner thy. She howled out in agony. Her back shot up from the mattress and she threw her hands around her backside.The next two strokes landed square across her soft nipples and she threw her chest back down on the mattress.As the final stroke landed she was hoarse from screaming. Quietly I lay the belt down on the bed next to here and undressed.Patiently I waited on the bed with. She passed a pen to Amy. Amy’s copy read: I, __________, admit to having attempted to commit plagiarism on __________. I have read and fully understand this university’s cheating policy, and am fully aware of the consequences for committing an act of plagiarism under the student code of ethics. In lieu of disciplinary action from the university administration, I, __________, freely and willingly choose to accept the disciplinary alternative offered by my professor, Dr. Burnside. I understand. ’ Sergei said. ‘What about the journal?’ I asked. ‘Before I was talking to you at the gala, I overheard Eric talking about it. He was there at the museum the night it was stolen. He heard if it were to be sold, it would be worth millions.’ He said. I thought and then said, ‘He was there? Where was Irena?’ ‘Getting headshots for her portfolio.’ He said. Sergei and I put our clothes back on and stepped out of the hotel. As we went for a walk, we saw Eric with the journal in his hand and we ran.