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      <title>The Punishment Session</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update (2012/11/17):&lt;/strong&gt; Some more corrections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a mid December and even the weather was an obliging conspirator. About six inches or more of fresh powder covered the ground and the wind has a sharp bite to it. I had arrived a full two hours ahead of the appointed time to make preparations. She might be a no show; but I was counting on her pride to overrule her fear. It was her pride in refusing to back down the made her one of the best subs with which I had ever played. This may sound like a bit of a paradox, but the only woman worth bending to your will is one with steel in her spine. I had learned that doormats were neither fun nor challenging.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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