Miss Dula detested lateness. To her, time was currency, and he had wasted both. When he arrived hours late without remorse, she smiled coldly. He brother thought it was all good, but it was not, as nothing enraged her more than being taken for granted. He had to be put in his place and that is why the mistress chose to cruelly torture as well as dominate him by wrapping him up and then throwing bogus on his face and pooping on his mouth