I was used to it. And We do like the things we are used to.I wasn’t curious enough to test it ... it’s my phobia ... and I’ll keep it.I have no ...dea where Mahiro Sato had been sleeping ... but he wasn’t sleeping in my bed ... Ellen was.In what seemed like morning the group gathered. Mioko was released and certified Japanese by Sam ... and Sato-san. Sam had done a bang-up job. Mioko glided ... and that’s hard to do in wood pattens. They took up where they had left off ... they chatted ... she. Maybe she was just nervous. I certainly knew how that felt.I shook my head and waved towards the empty seats, too dumbfounded to speak. In all the time we’d been in the same school, I couldn’t recall ever having a single conversation with Clarissa Liddington. It wasn’t done. I was a Townie after all.There were two very clearly defined cliques at Micester High—The Villagers and The Townies. The Townies lived, as you can imagine, on the rabbit-warren estates in town. Their parents generally. Who, then?”“Professor Art Fingers, of course.”Snorting with laughter, she slapped him on the chest. “Jerk. And here I thought you were being serious.”“I was. I just thought that the mood needed lightening. Anyway, who’s your number three?”“Are we really doing this?”“We can stop at three if you’d like.”“I’d like.” She thought for a moment, and then a sly smile appeared on her face.“What? Who is it?”“I can’t tell you.”“I won’t be jealous.”“It’s not that. He’s a judge now. A fairly well known one,. ”Mistress smiled sternly as she handed Jackie several pieces of paper, explaining, “I need you to sign this contract setting out your cleaning services and the disciplinary measures. It is important for there to be a written agreement and I get all of my cleaners to sign it.”Jackie was given time to read the contract, and happy with it, signed and gave it back to mistress. With the contract signed and Jackie intent on improving her cleaning skills, she happily continued to carry out her duties..