Tested

It was to be a test.
He told me as much.
Warned me.
Instructed me to concentrate.
Advised me to choose my words carefully.

But beyond that, except for how I should present myself, there were no instructions. No way I could study. No review, no practice exams, no Submission for Dummies from which I could cram. All I could give him was everything, and hope for the best.

And now?
12 hours later?

My ass is striped and sore.
A bruise is preparing to blossom below my navel.
And both cheeks are stinging still as my head pounds.

I am very happy.
I passed.
And the reward, long dangled, will be sweet.