Rogue's Weyr : "the Weyr is where the dragon is" -Brekke Rider of Gold Wirenth, Southern Weyr

Background: This story is set in the 28th century. Rejuvenation is common, and is used not only to extend life but as a punishment for criminal behavior.
   — Lurking Dragon

How Bad Can it Get?

Part 62 of Melody's Stories

Donnie stood in the living room corner and was very sorry.

He was sorry he'd come back to Earth so soon. He was sorry his new I.D. hadn't held up (That guy on Annrand had really screwed him).

He was really sorry he'd gotten caught.

And now he was 5 years old, beginning the first of many cycles from five to nine years of age. Then back to five again.

Well, he'd known this would eventually happen. After all, if you choose to live high off of other people's money, well, sooner or later you paid up.

Paid up over your parent's knees with your pants down.

Over and over.

The spankings sure hurt more than he'd expected. And he really hated being a kid. Donnie liked to be the one in control.

But hey, it wasn't like he knew these strangers paddling his bare rump. He was tough. He could take it. How bad could it get?

After all, they were only doing their jobs.

The doorbell rang. Someone came into the room with his Mommy and sat on the couch.

"Turn around and meet your new sitter, Donnie. She'll be taking care of you whenever Daddy and I want to go out."

Dutifully, Donnie turned around and looked at his babysitter.

Blonde. Pretty. Maybe fifteen or so. Silver 'C's of a Completas on her hands; a former Penitatas, then, her sentence over. Cute.

She was taking a beat-up hairbrush out of her purse. Some sort of red wood.

Donnie's face suddenly fell. Tears began to stream down his eyes.

NOW he knew how bad it could get.

"Hello Melody."

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(271 words) Proof that I CAN write less than 8K at a time...