He rose from his bed and made his way to the computer. He logged on and checked CNN, and was shocked with what he saw. The fact that the CIA’s direc...or had been killed didn’t bother him. In fact the man he was more concerned about was hardly mentioned, other than the fact that his death kicked off the days events. His handler Young had been killed, and that was all he needed to know. All sorts of thoughts flooded his head at that moment. Was the leak on his side? Not likely only he knew about. There would notbe much food for us on most of the days. We had a village school andall three of us used to attend the school. I was a good student and myteachers used to encourage me to study hard. I was fluent in Marathi(my mother tongue) and could read a few words of English. I wasfamiliar with the English alphabets but not too fluent. My parents were worried that I may not get a good match because of myheight and my looks and intelligence. So they were desperately tryingto get me married. "Daddy," I whispered. "Shhh, my Babygoofgirl. You're not in trouble. You're getting paddled simply to focus your mind. Stay still and relax. You need this, and so do I." Without further warning, the first blow landed against my flesh and I pitched slightly forward. I grunted low in my throat as the blow reverberated over the dining room walls. As the sting blossomed, the next blow came and the next. Daddy hit me hard, harder than usual and tears sprang into my eyes. I felt a scream catch in my. Blunt never by word or deed or look gave Alice any encouragement. In fact, she seemed ignorant that such a state of affection could or did exist.I used to tease Alice about her ill-success and she took my chaff very goodnaturedly, but I could see that she was secretly suffering from the "pangs of ill-requited love," and had it not been for the genuine affection that existed between her and her maid Fanny, which enabled Alice to satisfy with the help of Fanny's cunt the desires provoked by Mrs..