Sure, there were plenty of other problems, too, but Avery considered this one to be at the very top of the list. On any other occasion, Vivian’s par...nts liked to go out to expensive five star restaurants for dinner. Why they felt such a strong need to invade his personal space, he didn’t know, but it was a trait they’d handed down to their daughter, no doubt about it. Vivian’s mother, Beverly, was one of those women who had to stick her nose in everything. She read every gossip column and. This isn't . . . Kevin!? she sputtered. But Kevin said nothing, did nothing, as one of the two burly men moved behindCaitlyn, took hold of her wrists, drew them behind her and snapped handcuffsover them. ?Kevin!? she pleaded, ?Do something! They're gonna put me in jail! Call someone!Your credit card company! My mother! The Ambassador! Don't just stand there,for chrissakes! Do something!? But he did just stand there. And they did take her away, her eyes afire withanger and fright. She had never. Carolyn buried her head in her hand, her shoulders rocking. Sharon letout a little snort. "daddy we were just..." She snorted helplessly again,then began to laugh again. The women held on to each other for support. Carolyn shouted deliriously, "It's not like it seems!" They were institches. "We can...Ohhh, we can explain!" They were both weak withmerriment at the absurdity of it all. Bill slammed his newspaper down and found his voice. He hit the wallwith his fist. "This is...sick!" he. The things I’d love to do with those lips. Stop it, you were doing so well. Why did you have to go and ruin it? I let out a brief sigh of relief when the bell rang and everyone started packing up. Luckily it was the last period of the day so I could go home, shower and relieve myself of the growing monstrosity in my pants. I nodded to everyone that glanced my way as a farewell before taking my seat back at my desk and rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. “Um. Mr. Palmer?” I heard.