Chapter Four
Obedience Training
“Clarisse!” I heard him calling me, his voice sounding tight. Hearing the strain, every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. But this was something I expected, considering that I was late again.
My “Yes, sir,” came out loud and clear, but without my realizing that Patrick was entertaining someone else that night, and that someone else might find it strange that I was calling my boyfriend ‘sir.’
However, I wasn’t thinking much at all at that moment. I’d driven over at breakneck speed, rolling through a couple stop signs, running a yellow light—actually it was mostly red—and getting caught by a traffic cop. I knew then that I was doomed, but the cop just gave me a warning, and sped off to some matter that must have been more important than giving me a
