In Ivy's living room, Grant set the case he retrieved from the rear of his SUV onto the coffee table with a cloth to protect Ivy's furniture. He made himself comfortable on her sofa, true to his personal style. "Kneel," he directed both girls, pointing to the braided rug in front of him. Danielle assisted Ivy, who was unfamiliar with the formality that Grant expected, to get the posture just right. Seating herself on her knees, Ivy mimicked Danielle's pose, folding her hands neatly in her lap with her back straight. "Whose idea was it?" Grant asked.
Ivy sheepishly raised her hand. "Mine. Are you going to paddle me, sir?" she asked nervously.
"Possibly," he responded. "It works for Danielle, as you have had the privilege of firsthand observation. The paddling I gave her bought me 4 solid
