The year roomwas private and even teachers could not enter without permission. Yet ourbedrooms weren't as private and things like clothes were being p...t ineveryday. Most places you would think your bedroom was a sanctuary, hereat school it was your year room."What do you think it is?" asked Melissa, having looked and failing tofind any further clue."A bomb?" laughed Ruth and got a friendly tap from Michelle."So, no hints from our four experts?" asked Aurora, which got some fakedblank-looks from. . at least it might dull things a little for her."All right... I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision."It'll help..." It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon into it. "Sorry... no mixer... no ice... just drink it neat!"She sipped. The fiery liquid burned her throat, and she made a wry face. "UUugh!" Come on... drink it down!" Jeff snapped. He took the glass from her, placed it. She greedily accepted it, and with that, Evan pushed both of their devices' buttons. He pointed at Claire."Claire, from now on, you must do everything that Julianne tells you to do, without hesitation." Evan then turned to Julianne, "Maybe tell her to strip for you or something, it's all up to you."Julianne gave Evan a smirk. "I'm gonna enjoy this."Julianne walked over the Claire and told her to turn her chair around, to which she immediately did. Evan sat down on his bed to watch the. Perhaps tomorrow would be my last day on the job. In any event, I consoled myself with the idea that you can't change history. What's done is done. I had no regrets. Turns out my fears were unfounded. The next morning Sandy and Ray acted as if all was right with the world as we chatted over breakfast about the next phase of the remodel project. Ray informed me that he'd hired a guy to help me make the repairs to the cabin roof. The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Josh's Harley pulled.