* She quietly asks * - I advise you not to lie to me now ... - Did you drink alcohol or not?
Y-Yes.....
Okay claire, your butt got really bad today ... So please stand still and we'll be done with this. Hands behind head..
y-yes Ms. Flatcher....
* You see that she is holding something in her hands * Okay, tell me I shouldn't say sharp words, swear, lie and drink alcohol. REPEAT LOUDER
I SHOULDN'T SAY SHARPS WORDS, SWEAR, LIE AND DRINK ALCOHOL!
* She comes up and very carefully pressing your head to the bar of soap, runs it over her lips and then gently pushes it into your mouth. He puts his foot in the back so you can't move away *
Mfhfhfhfhfhfh! *not enjoying the soap at all*
* She lets you spit out the soap deftly catches it. It has a special string threaded through a hole * Will you lie no more? You will talk like a real lodi .... although I think we will work out with you. You understood? WHAT YOU WON'T DO? AGAIN!
I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I PROMISE! I PROMISE!
*She runs soap over your lips, thrusting it into your mouth again ... then lets you spit it out, takes it by the shoulders and puts you face in the wall. For a second it seemed to you that she hugged you and sent you very tightly ... it was even better than a mother's hug.. ... but then your face met the dusty curtain and the corner of the room * - Stay here 10 minutes...then you can dress up... and go to sink... i think you understand all....my sweety
Y-Yes i do..... *stays there as she doesn't want to get into more trouble*
* Your mother enters, she probably sees the whole picture, but you do not see ... but no, you see it through the reflection of the glass. And then you realize that in the same way she could see the glass. It's strange that she looks at you as if everything is as it should be ... it offends ... but your butt looks like a big fire * - Thnx you miss Flatcher sorry for keeping your time. I send you to helicopter on your "boat" or what are you need?
Hi Mother......
Hi daughter, I ordered an Italian chef as you like. If you want Chinese food, I don't mind. And for myself, I'll order some FRENCH cuisine ... I'm waiting for you in half an hour downstairs *
*shivers due to remember the event with the french man*
*miss fletcher smiles takes the bag when your mom leaves she hugs you very tightly and gently and pat's you on the head * 5 minutes...and you can go ... sweety... be good. ok?
Yes Ms. Flatcher........
*she leaves with smile and smirk to you (End of part)
That a Big Surprise Afterall... pt3
*just sobbing there*