I assign and assist them in this region. I ... we see a lot of that ... the attacks, the machete wounds," she stammered. "I'm Sara, Sara Thompson ... ...rom New Jersey."Michael glanced to the woman Ranger who remained at the head of the chamber monitor, but now could ease up a bit to watch Michael and their guests. She caught his glance; his lips formed silent words. She reached up to another supply cabinet, pulled down a small bottle, and handed it to Michael."Sara, please take this and drink. In younger or moresophisticated circles, they would have been considered fat or thatdeadly word 'mature'. The artists Rubens or the more current Vargaswould have loved them. Thirty years ago, they could have been almostcenterfolds, all pleasing and full curves. They had come to terms withtheir wrinkles, deciding that what reasonable makeup would cover waswithin the allowable rules, but life was too short to worry aboutanything else, if it showed, it showed. They were dressed in expensivesuits. The hair will grow back fast,based on how your beard grows. So, the modifications are very temporary." He thenapplied a dozen hard strokes to the man's wide bubble butt, taking his time butexpertly placing them close together in a ladder of blood red, characteristicdouble welts. When hewas through, he hung up the cane and got down his punishment strap, It was afour inches wide by 20 inches long, rubber strap attached to an 8 inch long,hard wood handle. Made of limber thick rubber, it would. Her classmate’s eyes focused, then his head turned towards her. He had a dazed grin on his face. “Sorry, Prez, I’ll be with you in a sec.” He blinked at her, then rolled his eyes comically a couple times. “Still trying to find all my marbles.” His eyes moved slightly down from meeting hers to stare at her mouth.She stifled a laugh. So corny! What the—Forty one? How can it keep going up like this afterward? “Take your time, it’s not like we need to be anywhere.”“Right, right. Sorry.” He looked.