She had problems with math and science. That’s where I came in, helping her study that 2 subjects. She was good in English and social studies, thoug..., and helped me thru them in H S.When we were seniors, one day she came over crying. She was harassed by one of the popular guys because of her athletic accomplishments. Those guys migrated to the cheerleader type of girl. You know, blonde, small and bimbosHe called her a lesbian, in front of a lot of other guys. She did not date, as she just did. "I talked to Lyn, last night. Her mom's car is still in the garage, so we're not going to the park. We were just going to hang out tomorrow at my house; maybe in the afternoon, take a bus to the mall. You'd be welcome to come over, anytime." Really? Lyn doesn't mind?"I shook my head. "She likes you too, you know. We both like you." I didn't want to go into just how much I liked her, and in truth I couldn't speak for Lyn either. It was still a radical idea. We ate and talked like we'd been. "Uh, we better, uh, head up to the house."Jason just nodded, not trusting his voice at that point.Both of them turned, walking next to each other but not quite together, neither risking a look at the other.Neither of them felt the chill come over them again, though of the two of them, only Melinda had braced herself against it. Yet both felt a wariness when they stepped in front of the house and saw that its front door was already ajar. To Melinda, it was not open so much as an invitation as a. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her whipped body. She had beenbullwhipped since noon and had fainted once during the whipping . She beggedfor mercy but the sadistic woman disciplinarian only laughed .? I will show you mercy after you receivethe 40 lashes you deserve for? failing tomeet quota in? plowing the fields. ?The disciplinarian then proceeded to continue the whipping to the delight ofthe native farm workers assembled for the public punishment. .