“Okay.” I finally managed to breathe out and gasped another lungful of air in. “I guess I’m ready. What did he say?” Jack smiled at me.“I ...sked him to write it down for me so I could get the words right,” Jack said. He reached in his pocket and unfolded a typewritten page to read from. “They should take a saw and cut this piece out of the wall on which it was painted.“ Jack looked up at me and smiled. I was stunned. The best work I’d ever done and the first critic who sees it hates it. But Jack. Yvette heard a very low class voice yelling from down below. "Quit yourwhining, you wimp! You're not the first person with a broken leg. Nowget your lazy ass up and downstairs!"Crying from the pain, Yvette got to her feet. A broken mirror in acorner got her attention. She hobbled over to it, crying form the painwith each step. What she saw in the mirror made her scream again. Itwas an ugly boy's face with a horrible pimple on his nose. He lookedlike Timmy! IMPOSSIIBLE! It had to be a fevered. My whole body was under his control. I just couldn’t move my head. I heard his words; he was calling me randi now. He was very abusive towards me now. He said, “Randi, in the afternoon you slept with that guy and got paid. Why are you acting like you are a respectful woman now? You are randi and act like a randi and satisfy me.”I regained my senses and understood that the situation was out of my hands. A train of thoughts were running through my head. My body was in his total control and so the. "Fuck you," was the response.At that, two very burly sheriffs' deputies jumped in behind him and literally jerked him out of his chair. One was heard to say, "The judge said stand up and face the jury shithead, and that's exactly what you're going to do." Then looking at Tom with a grin, "Or we'll ask our SEAL friend if he would like to help convince you." Tom's exploits in the capture of the defendant had reached "the troops"."Please read your verdicts," instructed the judge after reading his.