Make a deal with you

"Look at me," she commands, she says guiding the stick to your face.

You raise your head in humiliation, just barely averting your eyes, as the rounded wooden end rubs against the side of your head.

"What's your name?" she says, softly brushing the quite beautiful features of your face with the wood.

"Joan," you whisper back, using the fake name that you had given to the black man earlier.

"Well Joan, you just almost ruined a 50 year marriage for being a whore. You seduce and sleep with men to get money. I don't judge for that you whore, but you try that on a married man, on my grandfather. What excuse do you have?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, I have no excuse. I'm so sorry. Please let me go and I'll never come back," you say pleading for your fate.

"I appreciate your honestly whore, but I can't just let you go, you'll only be back again, when I'm not around," she answers back, holding your chin with the wood.

"I promise I won't," you say, looking into her gorgeous brown eyes for mercy.

"I'll let you go if..."