"Hit her again and hit her six times! I will brook no disobedience."She walked up and down the room a few more times and found more faults with the sh...vering terrified girls. Many a shapely and delicate posterior, in the luscious bloom of youth, had its ripe and rounded firmness covered with red lines before the evil Muriel's work was done that Christmas Eve! Finally she strode off to her own room to sleep the sleep of the just and righteous.As she was about to undress, the telephone rang."The. " What did I get myself into here?" asked Alex, standing up and tossingup his hands. "I'm a boy, mom, remember?" Uumm I'd say you've gotten yourself into a really cute dress, and youdon't look like any boy I know, especially my boyfriend," teasedKayla, enjoying his angst. "But go see for yourself Dorothy, and youalready promised to have fun with it, so blame your mother, becauseshe birthed you and all I did was braid your hair." Oh this sucks," groaned Alex, walking over to the hallway. Eleven in the morning at Plashet Park in East Ham, Saim, sitting on a bench, watches the man walking with a purpose towards him. With six suited men walking behind him, looking like American Secret Service agents, it was obvious to him that it was Pat. Standing around six foot three tall, with broad shoulders to match, it was easy to see the suit he was modelling as if on the catwalk, was definitely not a cheap off the hanger type. The immaculate pin striped three-piece suit was tailor made for. As the lights went out and the previews started they noticed a man walking straight for them, staring at them the entire time. Soon as they got a good look they noticed it was Dicky, they turned at each other and giggled as Dicky sat down two seats from my wife (Jen).You need to know about Dicky. We guess he was about 37 the time this happened, he wasn’t a bad looking guy, average height, build, pot belly, he was always kinda dirty and always looked like he needed a shave. But good ole Dicky.