I turned slowly and walked out of the bedroom, the weakened sounds of their laughter and passion faded completely only after I'd descended the stairs ...nd reached the front door. For a brief instant I imagined hearing Lilly and Peggy's voices screaming in the background, but that delusion passed quickly.My hands were so slick with cold sweat that I couldn't get a grip on the door knob.A ragged, wounded animal scream tore past my lips—followed by a massive bolt of blue-white lightning that. .. That's it: I'll consent to take the first step. I will go and call on M. de Beauveau. M. Valenglay, it is a pleasure to see you."He went gayly to the door, pretending that it was open and that he had only to walk through to be received when his turn came.He repeated this child's play three times, bowing low and long, as though holding a plumed hat in his hand, and murmuring:"Open sesame!"At the fourth time, the door opened, and a warder appeared.Don Luis said, in a ceremonious tone:"I hope I. Just don’t tell my parents.” “Tom, what does your Dad punish you with?” “A Scottish tawse.” “Go and get it.” I went to my Dad’s office and returned a few minutes later with a tawse that had been in the family for multiple generations. It was made of heavy leather hide and was about 18” long including the handle , 2’ wide and ¼ inch thick. It had obviously see a lot of use. I handed it to Sandi who swished it in the air a number of times and said “This should work nicely.” “How many. Most of you know her, but a few of you new guys don’t.” He introduces a string of guys who all smile at me and say hello, one of them winks. I don’t remember any of their names. Finally, there’s Rick’s nephew, Kyle. He’s the one who caught my eye last week. Smokin’ hot. Bright blue eyes, light brown hair that’s long in front, falling into his eyes a bit. Like Rick, he’s tall and lean. He smiles at me, then looks back down at the floor. Shy? I’m not so sure, but I think I’d like to find out..