CHAPTER EIGHT-2

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"Hough! You didn't have to . . . not that hard ..." "Not much of a war dance this morning, huh." Rita replaced the paddle and took down the lighter and thinner of the canes available. If she looked any longer that mite inside would retch. "Come along, hon." She swished the limber limb. "You know what you get for losing position before permission." "Oh gosh no, oh darn it, Rita, I mean like you can't jus' keep on whupping me like this ..." Can't I just, she thought unsteadily. She took a pencil from the table top. Today we're getting down to the BARE FAX of the case, missy. I have a surprise in store for you. "Hurry up. You know you have to stay over till I say up." Ruefully rear-rubbing, Mona shuffled forward. More wretchedly she knelt. More miserably still she put her left hand on h

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