We support the first amendment and like to give the press photogs plenty of time to take really gruesome pictures they could not publish in the papers...but could sell on the web for personal gain. The press always listens to police scanners, I have to wonder why the police don’t listen to the press radios. (Okay, I know the answer, but it was dumb.)Jax and I agreed it was unfortunate that the press might trample some evidence, hiding the identity of anyone else who was there, although the 6. I say Mr. Barnes most notably because he alone also seemed to take notice of me as a woman, a "blossoming" woman, as he would sometimes put it. It was terribly flattering, exhilarating actually, to be noticed the way he noticed my changes. I truly was blossoming. My body began to change most dramatically in my sophomore year when Mr. Barnes first met me, and by my senior year, when I enrolled in his honors lit class, I knew, even if no one else did, that I had a fabulous body. It embarrasses. . )Even kissing the photograph on my bedside cabinet goodnight just before I switched off my light, and wishing it a good morning when I woke didn’t help; I wanted the real living and loving girl.Anyway, Jen and Hamish had stayed on working at the vegetable factory with the twins until late September; we’d exchanged the odd short letter (more me letting Jen know how I was getting on), but we both tended just to ask Mum for any news. My sister and her boyfriend had taken a few days off with. Neither of us mentioned 'that night' or Christmas Eve. Instead it was like old times where we were just cousins hanging out."So are you dating anyone?" he asked after we ate.I stiffened slightly, not wanting to go in that direction, but it was a fair question."Um, not really. Just seeing someone now and then," I said vaguely.He nodded."What about you? Still with Mary?" Marie." Right, sorry." No, we broke up last year. I don't have time for any relationships. School is pretty demanding." Yeah, I.