Officer Joline carefully stepped around so she was positioned behind. My mother nodded. ‘Sir…’ officer Hunt said, ‘we have a restraining order...forbidding you to come within 50km of Mrs. LaRange or contacting her in any way without permission…’ Both officers were now standing close on either side of my father but he ignored them and continued to stare at my mother. ‘It is too late, bitch.’ he said to her, calmly. ‘Fuck you,’ she spat back. ‘You can’t get to me. You know you can’t’ ‘Sir…’. Actually, I looked at my phone and realized that I didn’t have her number, even though she texted me. Oh, shit. I forgot that I don’t have call display on this crappy TELUS phone! I rushed to the Rideau Shopping Center downtown and asked the clerk at the cell phone store to hook me up with call display. He agreed, and told me there would be a monthly charge. I crossed my fingers and smiled. Then I turned my phone back on. Luckily, the last text I received displayed. Farah Al-Rashid’s phone. The next sentence just said "he is going to cane you!".As I finished up at the office, I kept wondering who this Mr Harris was and the thought that he was going to cane me, both worried and excited me.Before I left I checked myself in the mirror, I looked pretty hot, my black skirt and matching jacket, showing off me slim figure, with my white blouse underneath. I looked as my bottom, hoping Mr Harris will not be dissapointed. My stockinged legs and my heeled shoes bringing out the best of my. The chest ofdrawers was also almost empty. I realised that Mrs Roberts must havetaken my keys and come to my lodgings during the morning. In the bathroomwas some ladies shaving foam, perfumed shower gel, feminine deodorant andso on. Some make-up removal pads. And a pack of Tampax.There were no letters offering me a job interview.I turned on my laptop. I couldn't log into my facebook account. It seemedthat the password had been changed. My profile picture had also beenchanged. It was captioned.