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next to them. By the time she got to her room, she heard the first girl cry out. Slowly, Misha made her way down the hall, giving each girl a dozen smacks, and finished with Iva, who had the room next to her. Jessica slipped into her little footie dropseat pajamas. She really felt like a little girl now. Iva got two dozen, and then Misha appeared in Jessica’s doorway.
    She swallowed hard. “Wha-what are you going to…?”
    Misha gave her a warm smile. “It’s all right, Anya. Just lie on your bed.”
    Jessica positively shuddered in fear. “P-p-p-please, not more, I can’t take it,” she begged, truly sounding like a contrite little girl.
    “Anya, did I tell you to get your brush?”
    “I… ahhh, no.”
    “Then just lie on your bed. You need to start learning to trust me and Viktor, and the other staff.”
    “I… okay,” she said, moving to the bed.
    Slowly, she lay down, and Misha moved to sit on the edge of the bed. As she lowered Jessica’s dropseat, Jessica stiffened, and braced for any impacts. Misha’s hand touched Jessica’s stinging seat, and began to swirl across it. Jessica winced in pain. She looked over her shoulder; Misha was applying some kind of cream to her swollen bottom. Jessica gripped the sheets until her knuckles were white, and grunted and groaned in pain, yet started to feel better. It took a while, but Misha finally finished and snapped the dropseat back in place.
    “There, that should help you feel better. You may not be perfect by morning, but you should at least be able to sit, with some discomfort. Now get to bed. In the morning, you will apologize sincerely to all the girls involved, and then write a letter of apology, which will be posted in the main room, right by the TV for all to see. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Jessica replied . Yeah, I’m an expert at faking sincerity, and what the hell do I care if my letter, if a letter from little Anya, gets posted for all to see. I’ll be gone in a few days anyway.
    Misha hugged her, helped her into bed, tucked her in, and even kissed her good night.
    God, what a super sap! Ha, I’ll have no trouble avoiding punishments in the future. Give me a couple of days, and I’ll be running this place.
    Misha left, and a few minutes later, the lights went out throughout the house. As it was so early, Jessica knew she’d never be able to fall asleep, so she decided to get to work. Gently, trying not to stretch the skin across her swollen behind, she got up and stepped out of bed, and froze. The old wooden floor creaked loudly, even under her minimal weight.
    Damn, there’s no way I’m going to be able to move about this old shack without being heard.
    She sat on the edge of the bed, and promptly shot straight into the air, clutching her bottom. “Ouch! Damn it, I forgot.”
    She eased herself down on the bed, on her stomach, and played with her hair as she thought. Okay, I made some mistakes today, and paid for them. I will not repeat them tomorrow. No, I’m going to do just like I did at work, I’ll manipulate everyone around me to get what I want.
    That made her smile, and she actually felt herself becoming fatigued. It had been a long tough day; maybe turning in early made sense. She flopped her head onto the pillow and was out cold before another thought.
    In her dreams, she was carried back to a certain day a few months ago. She was having lunch with… him. Jessica kind of felt like Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol , as she stood off to the side and watched herself sit down to eat with Drew, just about the best guy she’d ever known—or had. He was such a hunk of man. No, that wasn’t fair. Yeah, he was tall (she didn’t even come up to his mid chest), solid build, dazzling eyes, and all the yummy extras, but there was more. Drew complemented her so perfectly, and it wasn’t just that he was mature where she was childish and silly. Their personality traits clicked together, like the pieces of a puzzle locking