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Part 1: Justice is Blind I was a pretty normal kid, more or less average in every way, but my older brother was a model of responsibility and good behavior, which had given my mother distorted expectations, leading her to view me as more or less of a miscreant. She was constantly exasperated with me...

Part 3: Cruel and Unusual Punishment I stood in the corner about an hour before Becky walked into the living room and shouted for the others to come down. Soon I could hear them all descending the stairs behind me. Becky made me turn and face Alyssa and apologize again. I was long past the point of ...

Part 4: Ignorance of the Crime is No Excuse After ages of being left on boring, degrading display, I was relieved to her Becky emerge and call the others down, obvlious to the fact that they had been watching the entire time and even now were hidden just out of her view. As they came scampering, she...

Part 5: The Other Cheek... and the Other One... and the Other One... The other girls bade Becky goodnight as I remained hunched over the side of the tub in only my t-shirt, more or less in a state of shock. “Here, Sweetie,” Alyssa said, crouching behind me. “Let me help you. Part your legs for me.” ...