“Judge Marshall was in and I’m told she peeled the skin off of Gottfried and his bosses, for allowing you to get hurt.” She said that with a bit...of satisfaction in her voice. If I had to guess, I’d say that she had a few choice thoughts to share with the FBI herself.Sondra walked in just as Sienna was quizzing me about my experience in the desert. We hadn’t had a chance to talk about the farmhouse and Calen Arthur’s visit. They didn’t yet know that he had been there, or that he was dead. “Well,. .”“Mizz Lee,” I said softly, “You said this was your last and greatest class. You’re still here, you’re still THE teacher among us. We’d love it if...”“I’ll do it.”More conversation took place. We discussed the venue. Yes, the pavilion would survive white tablecloths and formal settings. Yes, between Henry’s wife and Grandma Desai, we think we could do a formal meal in a formal setting.I giggled. “I guess Susan ‘n’ Jason’s barbecued ribs aren’t on the menu...”Mizz Patel’s eyes twinkled. “I love. .''I am not going to expel you from this camp, who i am to judge you? But like you know, we have a presbyterian policy here which means i have to talk to other elders on your situation''I continued: ''Please pastor Smith,don't tell them, they do not have to know, what my gender has to do with this camp? I don't want to be exposed, please let it be a secret between you and me''''I can consider it if you do me a small favor.'' said Pastor Smith, unzipping his fly and revealing his 8''. He said, “I don’t think that this ID is any good. I can’t let you in unless you give a valid ID. EDarrell looked at the guy and asked, “What would it take to allow you to let us in? EHe lecherously looked Karen over and said, “A blow job now and a full hour with your pretty little wife when my shift is over would help me to look the other way. E Darrell looked at Karen and nodded his head yes. Karen’s eyes started tearing up due to the humiliation of having to do such a disgusting act.