" He took a drink of water, rolled the pen in his hand and leaned back further. He thought about his former employee's struggles and hoped one day wou...d find his own Ruth."Has it been four years already?" he mused and drifted back in time.He had a fabulous weekend with Ruth and their grandchildren. The new heart medication he started the week before had been better than advertised. Peter enjoyed the newfound energy, as did his grandchildren and especially Ruth. Their devotion, nurtured by many. In fact, I stayed naked when we went downstairs, just to prove how much Dad didn’t care about seeing me with nothing on. And he didn’t. It was Saanvi who looked weird about it. She kept glancing at us, back and forth, while I got the cereal bowls out.It was Friday. Dad had a couple students in the morning, and then a chamber rehearsal the afternoon. He gulped the last of his coffee, grabbed his cello case and headed to the kitchen door.“I should be back about four,” he said. “Clean up your. ”“Shit. I guess,” she said. Soon they were home.The next night they went to The Madonna’s Orgasm, a little more upscale club. He danced with her some, and then a whole new crowd of guys wanted to dance with her. He was bemused. What attraction did she have, here in Hell? Was it because she was a relative newcomer? She was easily passing for one of the bound, but none of the other bound women seemed as popular as she was. What was it with these guys?He didn’t even have to buy any drinks that. The girls ranged from the heartbreakingly beautiful blonde at the front. She surely would become a model and a trophy wife later in life. There were lovely 'girl next door' types, ranging in development from the still girls to a few who were at the blooming stage. Then the plain girl with poker strainght dark hari, who rather made up for her plumpness by already sporting a full bosom. Then the bad girls at the back of the class.I moved onto the meat of the lesson - Discipline. The girls of.