“What’s this?” I heard Samantha ask. I turned around and she was holding the small leather bound book that had been on the desk. I walked around... sat down at the desk and held my hand out for the book. “This,” I said. “Is a record of all the women who were put on report for failing in their duties, rather than take official action, the captain in charge could instead use his own form of punishment, in this case corporal punishment.” “Wow, you mean spanking?” “Spanking would have been considered. Damn. Going to her ‘Start’ menu, he looked at her list of most recently used programs to see what he could find. Maybe, there was another chat program he didn’t know about. Word was first, MSN second, Excel fourth, control panel next, followed by Photo Shop. Lisa only reserved six places for frequently used programs, and it looked like Jack was batting zero. Switching to ‘Most Recent Documents’, Jack saw a long list, mostly on Word or Excel, that Lisa had worked on shortly before her death.. And as she looked around the room, she realized that this was not where she went to sl*ep.The room was almost all black and there were videos of iCarly going and lots of clocks all over the wall. Each clock had a different time, and some were not even readable. She looked at the bed, and it was definitely the same one she fell asl*ep in. She quickly pinched herself to see if this was a dream, but alas she felt the sharp pain. She walked towards the door in the room and walked out into a long. Thespaghetti straps of his cami meant that his bra straps were exposed,something his mother had objected to until Sabrina came to his defense,pointing out that it was part of the current style. He now had kicked offhis high heels and was leaning back on a stack of pillows. Denise waslying on her side with her head resting on one hand, idly playing withthe hem of Leslie's skirt."Wanna polish each other's nails?" she asked, breaking the silence."Nah..." Leslie replied, "we always do stuff like.