It was Sandy, still on the line, waiting for the answer to her question about who did I think I was. I guess my mind had wandered while I'd been givin... it some thought."I'm here. Sorry. I was thinking." Thinking about whether you were Joe DiMaggio?" Thinking about whether I am cured or not." You aren't 'cured, '" Sandy said. "There's nothing to be cured of. You are no longer going to flinch when the ball comes at you. That's all." I went oh-for-five!" I repeated."Did you flinch?" Fuck, I don't. Aunt offered to give us juice, but mom said she is in a hurry and as she has to teach her daughter for exam. Mom bid bye to us and told me not to wander here and there in the morning, but to come straight to house.As we got left alone, aunty turned towards me and gave a wide smile. She asked me what I felt after seeing her after a long time. She told I was openly admiring her and so would have definitely liked her this way. I got blushed by her finding out the truth. But I defended saying I was. He, was mine. I had to nip things in the bud with Jess, ... surely there's another way to cool the bitch down periodically.Monica's PartyPouring another large brandy I pull out one of my choice R&B albums. It's unmistakable sound revives the restive mood that prevailed at the time of Monica's party.We had been in the same year at Barnet Grammar, but there the similarities ended. Monica was already married and had a posh house. Unlike me, she did not have a child, but a career in local. She again went to her clipboard with the same look of disapproval on her face."You just don't do well with pain, do you hun? That's certainly going to be a point of emphasis in your training - Miss Vicki requires a very high pain threshold. Before I moved up to be her assistant I had to take all ten of those weights for one hour. Okay - one more pain test and then we're on to the next category."I couldn't even imagine the pain involved in having all ten of those weights hooked onto my nipples -.