The clouds had moved in earlier that evening. It was very gloomy weather, but it wasn't raining yet. Rick and Jodie let their fifteen-year-old daughter go to a party that night. She had a curfew but she was late...again.
             They were sitting at the kitchen table having a discussion, and waiting for the instant she walked through the door.
             "Damn her, she knows that her curfew was at midnight and it's already three, this is the last time she goes to a party," he said as he stood up and walked around the kitchen.
             "No buts, she's done this one too many times."
             "Give her one more chance." Jodie pleaded, following him as he paced back and forth.
             "No! You give her an arm and she takes an arm and a leg."
             "If we keep letting her do this, she will."
             "Look Rick, we'll ground her for a week, she'll learn her lesson."
             "Jodie we've gone through this before, and look, where is she now?" He said as he looked through the window. "We never disciplined her; we need to get tougher, what she need is a good ass beating, like your father gave you."
             "Don't you dare touch her!" She warned.
             "She needs to learn her lesson; she needs to know that she isn't going to make a fool of me."
             "So you think abuse is going to help?" Asked Jodie.
             "Well, we'll never know until we try."
             "You'll go to jail you know, she'll call the police and you'll go to jail, are you willing to risk that?"
             Jodie was asking Rick as the lights came up the driveway.
             "There she is, just wait, just wait till she walks through the door." Said Rick as he was taking off his belt like a horsewhip.
             "Rick, please." (Loud knocks at the door)
             They paused, they look at each other with the most bewildered faces, and then they proceed to open
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