? As Sedley finished thatsentence, Pilge?s cane hit the tender spot just beneath the boy?s buttocks andabove his thighs. Sedley screamed. ?Get to thy...mathematics!?roared Pilge as he slashed the boy?s buttocks three more times with one hand,while massaging his private parts through his pocket with the other.Sedley?s voice came up. ?P-put two hun-hundred andforty (WHACK!) into three hundred forty-two again, and WHACK WHACK WHACK it leaves one hundredand two WHACK WHACK WHACKand five times. Do me proud and pay attention.?He mumbled compliance through his gag and leather muzzle, and broke away from her to attend one of the ponies. Mistress also moved in towards her other pony leaving the gathered spectators to watch from the rope blocking the stall entrances. She steeped past her pony ducking under one of his lead ropes, and went straight to the bag. Returning with more items from the bag under her arm, she took the hand of her pony and gently held it in hers. She caressed his. The Tides. They’re the Baltimore Orioles’ Triple-A farm.”“So when will you be back here?” she asked.“I checked the Tides’ schedule, and they’ve got another series with Gwinnett late in August. But not until then.”“What about your things? Your clothes? The car...”“Somebody from the Braves will come by and pick it all up. They’ll have my car keys. If you’ll just show them my stuff, they’ll take care of it.”“I’ll ... I’ll pack for you.”“Thanks, Sarah. Listen, I’ll call Peggy tomorrow morning, late. "He turned to Melanie again. "How come that cop was in here?" She wanted to speak to me about another case where I was a witness. She was only standing outside the door when Marja spoke up and asked her for help."Maynard fixated the surgical intern. "Didn't you ask her in private about her injuries?" I was told to put her arm into a cast," Ruger returned sullenly. "I'm a surgeon, not a social worker." I'll have a talk to Dr Conroy about that," Maynard said coldly. Conroy was the staff surgeon.