If I started a big row over this, I was sure Mom would come down on Betts' side, just because it was a special occasion. But I wasn't willing to roll ...ver and play dead."Okay, Betts. I can sleep in your room this week. You know how I love your satin sheets." She looked at me with her mouth working like a fish. Apparently her college friends knew a little about her temperament and there were a couple oohs and a whistle."How do you know how he loves your satin sheets, Betts?" One asked. They were. She would find a suitable frame and keep it in one of the drawers in her desk where she could just take it out occasionally and remind herself of the wonderful family she once had.She was jarred out of her reverie by Sam jumping onto the counter looking to have the dregs of milk and cereal in her bowl. She lifted him off the counter with a mild admonishment and then placed the bowl on the floor. Usually she was quicker to get the bowl onto the floor, but today she’d been distracted.Drying her. I would have stood silently behind the curtain watching the person as they continued to the next door. Especialy being that I was lightly covered only wearing a flimsy pair of house shorts.As I got a good look at her as she walked to the door though, somthing made me decide to just answer it and see what she wanted. I quickly went to look for a T-shirt lying around as she opened the screen door and began knocking. Realizing I didn't have much time I just went to answer the door. I looked. ”“Yes.” said Ophelia, and then she went on as if reciting a solemn pledge-- I’m going to whip the prisoner with all my might until he bleeds.”Mistress Flavia walked toward me. “Let me help you by stuffing this gag back in the prisoner’s mouth and hoisting his arms back to the proper height.” My rest period was over.I stood there naked and afraid , as Mistress Flavia turned the metal crank arm and racheted my arms painfully higher. My legs were still fastened to the spreader bar. I had to take.