We were chit chatting about college, girls, life etc.Gradually, time passed and at around 8:00 pm, his mom came back from work. We hid the beers and w...nt down to the living room to talk to her. After chatting with his mother for an hour, she decided to rest since she was already damn tired. So we decided to head out to some restaurant for dinner and his dad also tagged along with us.Let me describe his mom. Let’s call her ‘SG’.His mom is one of the rare modern women I have seen of my parents’. "Mac's already taken out the Mail for the day, Miss," The naked manbehind the counter told me. "It's Ten-Thirty now, and the Mail Truck getsto the post box around eleven. But if you just leave your package in thebin over there, it'll be okay."Sure, I thought. This was probably the second place Carla would check.She'd have little trouble filching the envelope from that open bin. Then,an idea hit me. Without a word, I raced out of the store.As quickly as I could, I trotted toward the main gate.. Once she was satisfied, Amelia re-took her position at the girl’s left-hand side and began tapping her bottom with the cane once more.“A final six just to drive my message – and my displeasure with you – home, Emily,” Amelia Marks spoke sternly as she brought her cane down once more.“Thwack!”The sixteen-year-old finally broke and shouted out loudly, promising to be good in future if only the Head Mistress stopped. She fought the urge to jump up and place both hands over her bottom to protect it. .. to your real world... during this time of great paradox is surely a sign. Kid was probably the closest thing to the real Schala, so that's how you appeared at first... but you're reverting to your true self."A couple of tears rolled down Kid's face."Bugger," she sniffed, "its gettin' harder an' harder to talk and think like myself... Oh Belthasar..."Belthasar put his hands on both of her shoulders, the tiny black eyes with their own tears, and the jaw under his beard shaking itself."Kid....