Me us tym 11th me thi or wo 12th me same school to humara school thk tha but itne strictness ni thi.So kbi kbi hum classes me milta or bate krta.Mera ...f bhut smart tha uski class me bi ek gf thi,but us time mujhe itne problem ni thi,jesa ki kaha dump thi uski bato me aa gyi. Ek din usna mjhe mera school ke top me class me bulaya.Humara 12th dress chalti thi,me uska kam krke layi thi school ke pract.To usna uper bulaya,waha wo or uska dost tha.Us din school ki strength bi kam thi.To humari bate. "I can't wait till my car is fixed" I thought as I waited "these buses are so smelly and uncomfortable in this weather."As I stood under the bus shelter, I watched people drive by in their cars, cooled by their air conditioning, oblivious to the suffering of everybody else out in the heat. Just then though, my own car rode by, driven by one of the mechanics who was fixing it. I guessed he must have fixed it and was test driving it before letting me know it was done.A few minutes later he came. The music was happy, joyous. Not quite a Polka, but only because the accordion was a modern instrument. He could hear the origins of that style, and it brought a smile to his face. Turning a corner, he stopped, taking in the view.Open fire pits and makeshift stoves had been set up at one end of the green field. As smoke wafted over towards him, James could smell stew, fish, lamb. Thousands of men, women, children, stood in line for a midday meal, or sat in groups eating, laughing. The music. In the second batch of four women, Liz once again selected a particular woman to watch being caned. This woman was about the same age as Liz and had a similar figure.‘She looks just like me and her dark pubic hair is trimmed just like mine. That could be me. I wish it was,’ Liz thought to herself.By now her nipples were erect and she could feel the dampness between her legs.The caning of that batch of women was finished. All of the women and the Centre staff had left the Caning Chamber. Liz got.