"Mistress, I can explain this. I was still cleaning when you came home and I’m sorry, Mistress, it wouldn't...." She cut me off. She slapped me ...o hard that all I could was cry, which made things worse. Dragging me to the kitchen she reached around the corner, grabbing the cane. Seeing that my chores were not done at all she pushed me down to my knees. I just stayed there, waiting for the pain to rain down on me, but it didn't. She grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up from the. My skirt was long enough to cover my knees so as not to expose myself but I could feel the cool air on my bare, smooth cunt and that only seemed to increase the throb I felt and I wondered if it were possible to drip onto the school chair, and onto the floor of the class. I took a deep breath and got myself under control.I left class confused. I walked into the girls bathrooms and shut myself into a cubicle. I put my foot up on the toilet and without delay pushed two fingers into my tight. ”“We’re losing this place soon, I’m sure you noticed all the construction. When the high-rise building is finished, we’ll be moving to a government forced swap, a floor or two of flats equal to the square footage of our housing setup. This will all be torn down and more high-rise housing erected.”On the way I had noticed a disreputable town ... like a squatters village that was being bulldozed ... make room for? What did they do with all the poor?Oh ... that’s right. Communism ... there are no. Where are all the people, Brian?”“Ed, I don’t know. I was at Myrtle Beach with two buddies. When I broke into their rooms, they were gone. They didn’t take their clothes but they were missing. I left and plan to drive home to Nashville but I don’t think I will find people much. My younger sister lived with me while she was in school. She doesn’t answer her phone.”Bert said, “It’s a mystery. That’s for sure. I miss Marie. She wouldn’t have left me for no reason.”I said, “Have you both tried to.