Each time her hands moved to protect herself, each time shewas ordered to remove them. Six angry lines were left. Then George told Patricia to spread...her legs and grab herankles. She looked up through her spread legs, over her gaping pussy, exposedfor us all to see, and the cane arced down again and again and again, six moretimes in total. Each time she lost the position, kicking in agony, each timeshe had to retake it. I don't think she really knew where she was any more.All she knew was the. She glanced, again, at the clock on the computer, the minutes crawling by. She knew the decision was close at hand, but didn’t know when. She sighed, and stood for a moment stretching. Then, she sat and began pouring over her latesttables, calculating positions, as her mind entertained her hidden ideas. That evening, Ida sat cross-legged on the couch while Craig sprawled beside her, his feet — as usual — on the coffee table and his arms stretched out over the couch. Craig, also a graduate. She discovered her grandparents had been doyens of the Uni's anthropology department. She accepted that some nights the old woman visited elsewhere. In time she moved out and on with her own life but visited often, sometimes staying over in the spare room herself. When visits and occasional help were no longer enough she drove her grandmother about retirement villages and helped her sort and pack. She knew her grandfather had kept diaries through his life. 'He was a big writer,' her grandmother. I'm Andy Drayton."The woman beamed at him. Regan had spent the previous weekend conversing with her in her native tongue – but not as ably as this young man did."Esperanza Gomez," she said."It's my pleasure, Esperanza," Andy replied. "That is a lovely name." Thank you," the housekeeper said, blushing slightly. "If you would please follow me?"Andy hadn't seen the back of the property – except through the kitchen window. Regan had described it to him and promised him a tour the next time they.