A stinging slap across her exposed breast snapped her back into reality."Trainee Susan Sir!!" She screamed out."Repeat!" barked the stranger."Trainee ...usan, your whore Sir"An eyebrow raised on the man. He was slightly surprised she took the liberty of adding your whore onto her reply.The Trainee was just as surprised as he was. She could hear slight murmuring coming from above the wall. The stranger let a smile break his stern face."I must have said something good" she thought to herself.He. He was a fair carpenter and it was his hobby so he had converted the place into a workshop, whitewashed the walls, fitted new lights, power sockets that sort of thing, and he built wooden items for sale, bird tables, chairs, both garden and indoor chairs, stools and cupboard`s . His latest creation stood in the centre of the workshop under the spot light, A table about 7 feet long, straps dangling at each corner and at the centre each side and two cushions one at the far end and one much higher. She used to touch me often while talking one day, aunty’s husband went out of station for some work aunty asked my mom allowing me to stay with her for the night as she will be alone in the home. My mom accepted. I took my books and went to aunty’s home. Aunty and I started watching movies, aunty sat very close to me and we talked about my schoolings, friends etc after watching the movies, aunty gave me milk. I was sitting in the floor, so that while giving the milk, aunty bent down and her. Now my birthday is on the day after Thanksgiving, yeah I’m a Black Friday discount kid. I had just turned eighteen less than a month before and I was at the shopping mall. The day before Christmas. Looking for a nice gift for my mom, fighting the crowds to buy what I should have bought a month back. And that was when I saw my dad. With a beard. Dressed as Santa. I pulled out my phone and called Mom’s cell phone. Why that was my first action I don’t know but it was. To tell her where he was.