. No, no, that's alright, Keep your shoes. How may I help you? You said something about Lisa?" Yes, I am representing her in the upcoming trial. As yo... know, Lisa Cummings has been accused of inappropriate behavior while in the presence of minor children. While, technically, it is not the same as pedophilia, in the eyes of the general public, they ARE the same and, if she is found guilty, that will follow her for the rest of her life and she will probably be unable to teach anywhere anymore." I. Not only would I be telling everyone I knew, I’d be telling the limo driver, the mailman, our cook. If he was a freshman basketball player being recruited for the NBA, he would be full of himself. Maybe it isn’t legal for them to recruit a freshman. I don’t know. Jeff seemed embarrassed about it. I hoped he would stay that way. Well, not embarrassed, but not full of himself. At times he whipped through the pages. Other times he would close a book, keeping place with his fingers and stare off. She was allowed to come in and out as she pleased, and, greeting the Sergeant who rose respectfully, she tripped down the stairs to the first cell. It was agreeable, she had to admit, being known as the wife of Sir Julian Alexander. She got a great deal of respect. Lately she had even begun to really think of him as her husband. Downstairs, the guard let her in, and she came to his cell to find him writing at his desk. She paused before entering. He hadn’t heard her yet, and there was a curious. "You are to be naked, always. Unless otherwise told" Travis instructed. Her cheeks flared a little red with slight embarrasment, but she had no choice. She nodded in acknowledgement, and followed after him as he walked away. He pulled her down the street, until they came to a busy intersection, he found a bench and ordered her to sit on the back of it and spread her legs wide. Passersby watched, and whispered, but what Travis was doing was completely legal, just frowned upon. A couple men.