A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker
participates in the quality tests. Certainly an unusual
career choice if you ask me.
What makes Patty’s canes unique is that she
has the tips customized so that the last four inches
are split into a wye. They leave marks like a branding
iron.
Jojo is laid out across the desk with her arms
stretched out and her chin resting on the surface of
the desk. This is another Patty contrivance to make
being beaten even more beastly than necessary. She
likes her victims to be facing the audience so that
every nuance and expression of anguish can be
suitably witnessed. She is such a fucking be-yotch.
Despite my sympathy and jitters for my chum
one thing is certain; Patty will have her work cut out
if she is hoping to get any satisfaction from Miss Jojo.
I exchange glances with Nixdown and Debs. We
share a collective sigh. We all know that we are about
to witness a battle of the titans.
Patty steps in and slowly folds back Jojo’s skirt
and the tail of her crisp white blouse. Once she is
satisfied she sets her feet and takes her measure with
the tip of the cane. Jojo closes her eyes and purses
her lips. The cane taps down three times then Patty
raises her arm and brings it down swiping.
The report of the cane rebounding off my dear
chum’s bumbags echoes around the room like a rifle
shot.
Jojo barely flinches.