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stomach. I will turn over and lay
on my back,” said the Ginah.
“Hahahahaha,” Tamba laughed
so loud.
The Ginah was confused. “What
is funny?” He could not figure out
what was funny.
Tamba said, "You are funny Mr.
Ginah. Ninety-eight more blows,
not a few more. Are you this
scared or should I tell everyone
how worthless you are and can’t
stand a youth? You will lie down on
your stomach with your face
towards the ground as before. If
you do not want to, I will agree
under one condition; that you
allow me to start all over and this
time I will choose only your eyes
or the area just below you navel.”
The thought of Tamba striking
him below the waste or the eye
horrified the Ginah. He reluctantly
resumed his position, “But I am
not closing his eyes.”
“You will close your eyes,”
Tamba had to remind him. “You
set the rules so you must follow
them exactly as you planned
them.” He had no choice but to
oblige.
This time, Tamba, raised the
stick even higher but just before
he could swing the Ginah sneaked
a peek and shouted. “Do you have
to raise it that high?”
Tamba pretended to be angry
and insisted, “ v