You got an error message? What did the message say?’ ‘I dunno. I didn’t read it.’ ‘You didn’t read it? (sigh) OK. What did you do?’ ‘I...pressed ‘O.K.’!’ Sometimes I just shake my head. Research tell us that a common explanation about why many people don’t read these warning messages is that they often don’t understand what they are being warned against anyway. But what I always tell my clients is that ultimately all R.A.T.S. boxes can be boiled down to the same translation. That translation is, . ’ I mean, here is how I feel about it. I am not rationalizing, as that would take too much energy and I am lazy. I don’t like to think about what I have just taken. In fact, I usually steal with my mother or friends not ever knowing, yet their presence makes me feel less vulnerable. I feel if my mommy is around me while I am slipping packs of gum into my jacket, then I will be less detectable. Who would ever suspect a grown woman to be stealing … and with her mother? Not many, I’ve noticed. I. " The BUS?" I said in semi-shock. "The SCHOOL BUS?" Yeah, Mom." How is that possible, Megan?" Mom, do you have any idea what goes on in the back of the school bus? It's like a sex club. Girls give handjobs, blowjobs, almost everything." This is unbelievable." You asked, Mom. And you said you could handle it." You're right. I did say that. Megan, are you serious? Does that really happen on the bus?" Yes, Mom. I'm kind of surprised you never heard about it." I don't even know what to say. So,. ”“So you had the choice of an hour in detention or a sore bottom?”Jo looked at the wall to the side of Suzie’s pretty face.“Yes…well in fact detentions were 90 minutes but Saturday afternoon detentions were three hours so wouldn’t you take six of the best instead?”Suzie pondered this for a moment. “I never had the opportunity but I can see your logic even though the cane hurts and leaves marks for days.”“So were you caned then” said Jo seizing on this comment.“No…um… the cane was used but I.