Soft music drifted through the speakers as she walked back into the bathroom. Absently she striped and stepped into the tub, as she sank down into the...water she thought of what else she wanted to change in her life.There were just too many things in her life that she did not like and wanted to change. Her style, the way she dressed, her make up, her body, her shy nature, and the list was endless, she didn't know if she could accomplish all of that in 3 months, but at least she could get a head. ” He narrowed his eyes at her, “I want to hear you say it.” I watched as Amanda sighed, “Fine. I promise not to let my grades slip or get pregnant.” I watched as he nodded his head. “Alright then. I’ve voiced my opinion.” He looked at me, “And so help me if you get her pregnant before she goes to college then I’ll shoot you myself.” Amanda smacked her father’s arm, “Stop it daddy.” He sighed, “Fine. I’m only agreeing to this because you are happy with Jay.” Suddenly I felt like I was a ghost in. This seemed odd, since she thought that this would be her trial. Suddenly a robot voice said, "State versus Jacqui Mountjoy. The charge is theft of a small bottle of scent from your employers. How do you plead, Guilty or Not Guilty?"She was surprised that this was the court hearing with no people taking part. She said, "Guilty," because she had been caught red-handed and there seemed no point in denying it. She expected to be fined and wondered how long it would taker her to pay.A panel saying. "You fuckin', slimy, pile of stinking offal," were my first words. Though I kept my voice even, it was obvious to Peter that I was barely holding in my anger. "Don't give me that "waitress" shit, I saw you fucking that bridesmaid, fucking another woman behind my best friends' back," I all but hissed at the scared wimp in front of me. As I drew back a fist with the intent of rearranging his facial features, it suddenly became apparent that his fear had turned to terror. If it was possible, his.