.. or worse... Oh God. She stammered: "It doesn't seem right that Howard should be interrogating a woman... It isn't correct in this day and age... an... a woman should be doing it, shouldn't she, if the prisoner is a woman; by rights?" A woman?" Yes. I was thinking that the interrogator should be a woman..." A woman such as yourself, perhaps, Lucy?" No! I didn't mean that... No! Not me!" Why ever not?" the Sergeant demanded. "I would have thought that you would have been perfect for the role.. I want anybody that wants to be with us here. I’m in the happiness business.”Scarlett smiled, “In a way, we all are.”“What’s the word on Road Trip?”“I talked to the studio today. The film editors had already started several weeks ago, so they have a jump on things. That’s the only activity going on about the movie right now. The marketing types are off doing their plotting and scheming about the best time to release the movie, who should be at the premier, and all of that kind of stuff. I’ll. ‘For me?’ ‘Look at the tag.’ He looked, blushed red, and started to open the package. He’s one of those maddening people like my mother, who carefully undoes the tape on each package so the wrapping paper looks almost unused. It was a book, the latest in a popular series that Randy follows. I realized that it probably was Randy’s, but he wasn’t here to claim it. My mother smiled at me in her ‘Whatever you say, I’m ignoring it’ way. She had plenty of time to replace it before Randy got back. "What were you doing, Layla?" She asks mischievously, and I know that there's no use in lying. "Masturbating..." I mumble, "Please don't tell mom!" I beg, and Lexi rolls her eyes as she sits down on my bed. "Why do you think I'd tell her? I masturbate too, when Josh isn't there to satisfy me. If I told mom, she'd never leave us alone." Lexi says, and my jaw drops open. I knew that her boyfriend, Josh was always having sex with her, but I never knew Lexi masturbated! "It feels nice, huh?" She.