His eyes weren’t leaving me, and I swear I could physically feel his gaze. I turnedto look at him again, not knowing what to say. He was unbelievabl... sexy, standing there with one hand in the pocket of his jeans and the other holding a beer. I had to cock my head upward to look at him, as he was so tall. It was difficult to utter sound, let alone form words. This had the potential to turn into the most awkward conversation of my life. ‘Perhaps you’d let me make it up to you by buying you a. I was too afraid to tell my parents what had happened, due to my embarrassment. After some months, he left that shop and moved away to some other area.After 4 years, he returned to the old shop near my home. I thought that he would have forgotten my face as i had started to grow into a man, and already had a small moustache and the shape of my face had started to change. I went to his shop one night to mend my torn trouser, and i had chosen that time, because it was a blackout time, and so i. I put her hands in mine and without a single worry in the world, snuggled up even closer to her while smiling.I woke up next morning, only to find that Kat was not in bed. I could hear sizzling sounds from the kitchen and the smell of eggs made it quite obvious, that she was cooking.I smiled recollecting the events that occurred last night. Kat's room was girly. The walls were bright yellow. Even her bedsheets were pink!The bright sunlight managed to merge with the walls, forming a warm and. As it is the punishment for all plagiarism. This is a lesser punishment, humiliating and humbling yet it is not nearly as severe as having your future crushed for one stupid act of borrowing someone else's thoughts and words. Stop me, borrowing is not the case it was theft of intellectual property, plain and simple. That both professors came up with a plan to show me leniency by allowing me to accept a caning and this naked servitude, does not change my crime. This, to me is penance, the.