We looked up and saw Lynette in her mother’s car slow down and turned into the student parking area. I turned to Cathy and said, “Come on, Cathy. ...e’ll walk and meet them and Lynette at the back entrance.”“Okay, see you two at the back,” Sammy said as she walked around to the driver’s door of her Bronco. “I’ll have to pop the lock for you, Paul. Give me a sec.”Cathy and I waited about two minutes by the rear entrance to the school before we saw Lynette, Sam and Paul come around the corner of. She was quickly revived with strong smelling salts and Grant resumed the flogging. By the time the thrashing-kicking girl had received her eighteenth stroke, she was senseless again. Her buttocks were a mass of weals.Fifty four agonising stripes, to be precise. Without doubt, this was a lesson which would live in the girl’s memory for weeks. Maybe months. Maybe for ever. I sensed that Grant had broken her, once and for all. He wouldbut have to threaten the Martinet and she would obey. There. The cafeteria had recently upgraded adding the flavored syrups to the coffee array and new décor and piped in music. Just in time for the holidays.Crystal put in a shot of peppermint and moved to the next choice of white, blue, yellow or pink sweetener just as she heard Nancy Wilson's smooth voice under the traffic around her.Maybe I'm just a bit before the gameOh, but I thought I'd ask you just the sameWhat are you doing New Year'sNew Year's Eve?She sighed deeply, having a love/hate. Then Mrs Hopwith, leaning back and slowing crossing her legs without to much haste and discretion said: “Mr Young, you seem ideal from a practical point of view, but are you discreet? I ask because as you as you will appreciate everyone lives their lives their own way and, shall we say, have lifestyles and interests, requirements that may seem different. Don’t you agree?” addressing this to all the group as well as me.What she said was obvious, but this was different, nice different, but.