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My step-son Kostas has a birthday today. I am sitting in a chair reading a book on learning English when suddenly the phone rings, it is Kostas's principal. The principal informed me that Kostas is behaving very inappropriately towards his teacher, grabbing her by the hips. She told me that the teacher has already hit him hard in the face several times, but she had to send him home for 5 days as a punishment for his behavior. When I heard this, I was furious that he would return from school to face my wrath and be punished very harshly. I am nervous and tapping my shoe. Finally, little bastard Kostas is back, now he will get slapped, I cannot tolerate such behavior from my step-son. I do not care that it is his birthday. He will get slapped until his nose is broken. I wait for an explanation from him, tapping the heel of my only shoe, keeping my hands on my waist. And then I slap him again, very hard. I sit down and call him to me. I cross my legs, tapping my boot. When he comes to you, I order him to kneel in front of me. Then I start yelling at him again and slapping him even harder.