I think I have the dress to thank for that." "It wasn't the dress, it was you." "If so, why hasn't someone found me before this?" "Your attitude. It w...sn't what you wore, but the way you wore it." "It was the dress." "Really, they all must have known that it was in the stars, that you and I would someday meet again." "I can see I am going to have to find a way to convince you of the truth." "I may prove a stubborn subject, but don't be discouraged." "I can be as stubborn as you." "No one's. Hey, this could even be a lead-in for a third chapter!He said he would finish with them next weekend, and give me the results of the new conclusion. I went on home.Wednesday was the last day of school for the year, as well as a half-day. I picked Linda up at VNJH and I noticed as I was waiting a lot of k**s (both girls and boys) were smiling at me as I waited. After a half-hour, I was almost worried I had missed Linda or she had left by another route when I saw her walking out with Mandy.At. Even in her obvious state of shock and griefher shoulder length blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, her makeup perfectapart from the slightest smudging caused by tears. Her lipstick was atasteful pink and, as always, in good order. She wore a salmon pinktwinset above a black pencil skirt. Lady Pamela moved with the grace of acatwalk model on stiletto shoes with 5 inch heels. I had seen her oftenin newsreels and magazines. I envied her look and had sometimes tried tocopy her style. She did not. He drew back his hand again and admired the pink stripe across the very centre of Lord Romney’s spouse’s bare, full peachy buttocks. She had asked for another and by golly she would get one, but, the secret to increase the humiliation, he realised, was to pause for several seconds. Let her contemplate what was to come. After an appropriate amount of time, the ruler again whizzed through the air in search of its target and landed, slightly lower than the first collision of wood against flesh..