"Marta's eyebrows raised as she looked at me. She nodded in approval."Clever," she muttered.Clever? More like a death wish! I felt myself tremble. Mor... pain! Was my lifeever going to be normal? "I need two black eyes, a broken nose and bloodybruises all over my face and lips consistent with a violent rape," I said."You'll need bruises on your legs and arms also. And evidence of beingkicked," Marta said. I nodded feebly. The only comfort was that if Martakilled me, I wouldn't have to worry about. .”She softly continued, then she seemed to frown and retreat. She pulled her arms together clasping her hands between her legs. I thought I heard a slight whimper and knew, even though she was a lot older than me (at 25!!!), she was still vulnerable. She may be strong and confident in class, but, perhaps like me, she sheds the facade – her mask of invincibility while in school – when she gets home; replacing it instead with a simple cloak of apprehension and insecurity at home. Now, I think I. Something bad must have happened back at the office. "Great," I thought. Now I have to spend the next three hours with this guy I don't know.As we walk to the tees for the first hole Duffy nonchalantly dribbles a golf ball on his 9 iron. "Harvard, huh" he quizzes me. "Ya I'm excited," I reply. "It's going to be hard to get onto that golf team. Hopefully I can show you a thing or two," he says with a wry smile. As he sets up to take his tee shot I stand to the side watching him. He winds up and. You will receive eighteen strokes with the senior cane, and you will take them with no fuss. No shouting out. No moving and no rubbing your bottom. Is that clear, girl?” Jasmine waited.“Yes, Miss Storey,” Nicole eventually replied through the sniffs and the sobs.“Very well, young lady. We shall begin.” Ms. Storey took up her position and paused for a moment.She stood with her left hand resting on her left hip, left leg in front of her right and with her left knee bent slightly. The perfect.