Not very long

“Just a day sweetie, not long. You were tired, that’s all.”

“I feel sore all over.”

“Well that’s what happens when you’re the favorite at a party. I see it all the time.”

“Can I go home now?”

“If by that you mean ‘can I go back to the dormitories’ then I just need to write a note saying that you’re off limits to guests for the next couple of days while you recover. If you are asking wether or not you can leave the compound then no, and i recommend that you stop asking if you want to avoid punishment.” She says as if it was a simple recommendation to not go swimming for half an hour after a big meal.

You groan in frustration, coming to terms with the fact that you won’t be leaving any time soon. Just then your uncle John enters wearing a towel around his waist.

“How is she?” He asks

“Sore, bruised in the usual places, but nothing serious. She’s off limits to guests until she’s completely healed. They really did a number on her you know, I told you to keep her away from parties like that until she had more experience!”

“She was a hit! Plus the Leathsons left a very generous tip for her, with a request to see her again at their next visit.”

“Even so, until she is ready she shouldn’t be with anyone that rough. It’s not safe.”

“Very well. I’ll make sure she’s trained properly by the time they return.”

“You better.” She says, a stern edge to her voice.

“Well then!” He says, turning to you “ready to get back to work?”

“No.” You say

“That’s the spirit! now come along, there’s someone I want you to meet.”