"Speak up," he said."I am Hala and this is my sister Fayruz," the girl said, "Our master has gone and he took all the food with him yesterday. Please ...on't kill us. We were only slaves here and we are both virgins." Strip," he ordered, "You are both my property now. You will obey me and call me Master or I will beat you. If you behave well and please me, I will take you back to Kobekistan with me. If you don't please me I will leave you here, dead."The two girls began to sob pitifully."Shut up. “That’s right, cry into your lover’s neck.” Bradley barks as he continues to punish me. He places the cane vertically between my cheeks and rests it onto my stinging hole. With a quick flick of the wrist, the cane punishes me again and again. The tears fall freely now. I am sobbing into Michael’s shoulder. I feel embarrassed that he has seen me like this. Michael looks like he wants to crawl under a rock and hide. His erection is long gone and I am sitting on a puddle of limp dick. “Since. I went to Tanzania to teach English, to work along side native teachers to help their education, to give them a first hand experience to a native speaker of the language. The school I was ‘stationed’ in, if you will, was in a small village called Amani. It was a dark, poorly built, and not equipped well enough to cope with the number of students that attend. Students share textbooks between three, and three seat desks are the study area of anything up to six children, who share one pen between. Seasons of love. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes! Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how can you measure the life of a woman or man?In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. Its time now to sing out, tho the story never ends lets celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!.