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like swearing, Sara, and I think this is the second
time I’ve mentioned this to you.”
    “And…?”
    “The third time is a charm, Red.”
    The third time came sooner than either of them anticipated
it would.   Sara was helping him wash
his car on Saturday when the hose got away from her, soaking her shirt and
shorts completely.   She cursed
without even realizing she’d done so.   Right there, in the driveway of his home,
not caring if the neighbors watched or not, Vince bent her over the hood of his
car and set her wet shorts on fire.   She honestly felt like her shorts were smoking by the time he stopped,
and she was in tears, embarrassed as could be for earning a second spanking
from the handsome man.
    “Now you know what the third time will bring, Red.   I don’t like to hear my lady
swearing.   I don’t swear, either,
and while it is hard to resist at times, it sounds better to use intelligent
words to express anger.”
    Sara felt warm on the inside as well as on the outside.   Vince called her his lady.   And she was.
     
    Chapter Five:   Brooke
     
    It was hard being the youngest of the Hart Sisters and
having to live up to all that her sisters accomplished, and Brooke was positive
she fell short most of the time.   They were all glamorous and beautiful and hardworking, and none of them
lived at home like she did.   No one
ever noticed her as Brooke Hart; she was Jenna Hart Davidson’s little sister,
or Stacy Hart’s kid sister, Holly Hart’s untalented little sister, and Sara 4.0
Hart’s sister who barely pulled an average grade in any class.   Yes, Brooke felt sorry for herself .   How
could she be known for herself with all those smart older sisters?
    She resolutely carried herself to her next class.   She’d thought it would be an easy,
filler class when she signed up for it, and she was pretty sure it was a class
that none of her sisters troubled themselves with, so she wouldn’t have a
professor asking if she was Jenna, Stacy, Holly, or Sara’s sister.   She wanted to be taken for herself.
    The Professor was a stickler for time.   He started promptly, ended promptly, and
he docked points for being tardy.   He told them on the first day of class that while the title of the class
might sound simple, getting a good grade wouldn’t be so easy.   He assigned books to read, papers to
turn in, and just when the end was in sight, the man stood at his podium, laser
pointer in hand, and announced their final assignment was the equivalent of
their final exam, and would count for half of their grade.   Ignoring the groans, he passed out a
detailed explanation of the assignment and said, “For those of you who lose
everything, you can go online and download a copy of this assignment.   I am not going to accept any excuses for
your not finishing on time.   I
posted a paper on the back wall with your partner’s name beside yours.   It doesn’t matter if you hate the name I
put you with; you will work with this person.   In life we all have to work with people
or clients that we do not like.   Think
of this as good experience for the future, and no complaints. I do not want to
hear them.   I will make no
exceptions or changes, even if the person is your ex, and even if you have a
restraining order!” he insisted.   “You have the rest of this class time to talk with your partner and
brainstorm for your project.   Every
minute is precious; do not waste time.”   With that he was done talking and there was a rush to the back of the
room for partners to find each other.
    Brooke was not happy.   She did not feel it was fair for this project to count for half of their
grade when they had to work with someone else.   She heard a lot of groaning coming from
the back of the room as people paired up.   She was sure the Professor was making this final task as difficult as
possible, and by making them work with partners they didn’t like, he was making
the last few weeks in his class