Next was Janet who came out dressed as a Hawaiian hula-dancer. She had on a coconut shell bra and a grass skirt. I couldn't tell for sure but it almos... looked like she had nothing on under that skirt. She swayed her way across the stage to the tune of island themed music. Her dance moves were without a doubt quite provocative. Yeah I liked that one too.Then, out came Stephanie. The sound was a recording of the surf. She had on the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. The top amounted to two. Holding his hair back from hisface. He washed, the scented soap smooth against his skin. Hishands trembled slightly.In his room the bed was again adorned by a nightdress spreadenticingly across the pillow. But it was more than a nightdress.Laura's warning had in fact reinforced its value as a symbol. Asymbol of what shred of independence remained to him.Damn them again! He would sleep naked, in the state that nature hadordained for him. The nightdress fell discarded onto the floor ashe slipped. Of course I pled not guilty. I WAS not guilty. That did not stop the throng of reporters and camerapersons (?) from descending on my innocent self, on the day school took back in, a day when I should have been in class teaching math to a horde of barely-interested high-schoolers. I’d met only briefly with my attorney, a court-appointed fellow, pleasant enough but seemingly too young to have any legal acumen. He’d walked me through the arraignment process, and then through the bonding-out. “Yeah. I did it once before about a year ago.”“Did you like it?”“It was cool, but he was real tight and I busted too fast.”“That happens for most guys when they first do it,” Prentiss laughed. “How’d you meet him?”“He’s my ex-wife’s cousin.”“Were you fucking him when you were married?”“Nah, he hit me up after the divorce and said he was in town. He stopped by and we were drinking and one thing lead to another. How’d it go down with your stepbrother?”“He came home after fighting with his.