" You know. And you know that if they knew what had happened, it wouldn't be you they were mad at. It wouldn't be you they were sending away." I know,...but..." There is no but." I... I guess. I shouldn't have come over. I woke you." No, you should have come over. I was getting up anyway." I glanced at the clock beside my bed. Seven thirty. Yeah, I was getting up, in about three hours. "I mean it's Saturday. Can't sleep the day away." Though I could have tried.That's when I noticed how funny. Was she hearing the witness of the Spirit?"Is that from your book?" asked the girl, indicating the bible in Lucy's hands."It's not my book," replied Lucy fervently. "It's God's Book. The bible is the Holy Word of God!" I have a book too." said the girl, with a half suppressed giggle. "It's a nice book. It makes you feel really good and have big boobies!"For the first time, Lucy noticed the red book clutched in the strange girl's hand. Lucy guessed she had been too busy trying not to stare at. It rested between her breast and did not go in. A little embarassed she lifted her hand to remove the piece of chicken. My client mentioned to her not to touch it. I added that she should finish her lunch with out letting it fall down. She was completley red on her face with embaracement. By the time she finished the luch, the chicken piece had managed to get in between her breast due to movements. When the waiteress came to clear up the table, I mentioned to her that there is more to be. Because she and Carla did theatre together, Cheryl's mom (who was divorced) didn't mind. I still remember that on many a night, Cheryl's mother would drop off her daughter. Carla and I always made polite chitchat with her. Carla would usually be "clothed" in an oversized T-shirt at the time, but as soon as Cheryl's mom stepped out the door, Carla would raise her arms over her head and smile. It became a signal: either Cheryl or I would walk over and pull Carla's shirt up and off and there she.