I wrote the story."Well I'm not doing any better," I told Megan. "Ich sprecha Deutsch, NOT."Megan and I had just started our Sophomore year of college... We had dated a year now and thought it would be a great idea to take a class together. For the life of me I don't remember how we decided on taking a German Language class, but here we were, over our heads. It made no sense to me to wait until the end of a sentence to throw in a verb. By then you've forgotten what you were talking about. And on. Within seconds, Sandra opened the door and invited me in.“Where is your workout stuff?” she inquired, as she took note of my work attire and empty hands.Whoops. I had forgotten all about the workout gear.“Don’t worry about it,” Sandra quickly replied, taking hold of my hand and pulling me into a small workout room just off the lobby to her house. The room had wood floors, handrails and mirrors on all the walls, a set of weights on one side and the bouncy balls positioned in the corner.“I guess. As Delta Squad finally gets a second to relax, after another breech in the surface for the Locust to attack has been closed and all its inhabitants put down, Marcus rests on a broken bench for a second, “Alright Delta, take a load off and rest for a second. You might not get another chance if the damn Grubs come bursting through holes again.” Private Augustus Cole and his best friend Corporal Damon Baird, plopped down next to each other before Marcus even finished his sentence.“Shit, you don’t. “12 strokes for you as well my girl,” said Caroline.Caroline took up her position and delivered the first three strokes to Gabby’s bottom, making her cry out and wriggle.“Keep your bottom still Gabby, I don’t want to miss and accidently cane your pussy.”“I’m trying Miss but this really stings.”“Well, you should have thought about that earlier, shouldn’t you?”Caroline began tapping the cane on Gabby’s bottom and like with Fiona increased the tempo and force and then reduced it over and over, up.