I guess." She said in a hesitant tone of voice. She had a confused expression on her face for a moment."Sammie, remember what we talked about." Dr. Di...shit said. "Control. You have to assert your control. I know you don't like being powerless, so you have to take the lead. Remember?" His voice was strange, almost hypnotic as he talked to her, and I saw her expression harden."You're right, Dennis. I need to show him that I'm not just some dumb woman to be pushed around!" She then glared at. . Her tears were of pure and exalted joy and elated freedom.With every smack, she felt closer and closer to redemption. With every smack, she felt as if angels had came down from the heavens and wrapped up her heart up in soft golden silk and carried it off with them high into the night sky..."..Th-th... Th-thank you..."She sighed breathlessly, her soft quiet voice cracking as she spoke, straining just to push those words out of her lips..."Again..."Lyle calmly ordered as he smacked her bum. I can’t help but wonder if I added that much stress in her life. Worse yet, in my first life, Mom was the one that stayed with her day and night in the hospital. Mom helped Gran through this. This time Mom is in jail.The first time, Gran suffers a few months in the hospital but lives through it. She dies five years later. This time, I have no clue what is going to happen. I had plans to ensure she would have people there for her, but that was assuming she wouldn’t be in the hospital for another. I’m doing a piece on you for the Western Campus Gazette. It’s about the Elston Prize and the research you did that led to it.”The professor sighed and shook her head.“Fuck. Can’t anyone talk about anything other than that? I published at least half a dozen significant papers after that and no one ever wants to talk to me about them.”The vehemence of her statement startled me.“I’m sorry, Doctor Miller. That’s what I was asked to write about. Maybe we can talk about those and I can work some of.