"Whatever," grumbled Miranda bitterly as the water died finally died down and the room ceased to be flooded, "You okay, Misty?"Misty nodded. "I'm a wa...er trainer, remember?" she teased with a reassuring smile, "I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about."She motioned towards the proud looking machoke as his trainer recalled him. "I'll be fine," replied Miranda unconvincingly, "I just don't know how anyone can use those things."Victor ignored the comment, rushing into the room as soon as he could,. Why would I?”“I called them and told them what happened. I thought they should know. I’m worried about her.”“Me too, but I’m not sure what we can do about it.”“Me neither, which is why I called Mr. and Mrs. Mills yesterday. I think they’re going to go to Purdue and see her.”“I’m not sure if that will help or make things worse,” I replied, suppressing a sigh.“I know. That’s why I thought about it long and hard before I made the call. I thought about just driving down there and trying to talk. She wasn't resolutely ashamed that she had been a prostitute for four months. It hadn't been so bad. And the money was good! But, she would never, never, ever tell Phil! That would just kill him and her marriage, probably!She sensed that Dell's eyes were on her hips and thighs and slender back again. She lingered with her reverie for a minute longer. But a girl had to make ends meet--she had had that urgent student loan to pay off before they would let her have her diploma in economics.It. She is still in a medically induced coma. The swelling in her brain hasn’t come down. We’re still waiting. I will be going back to the hospital after I get done here.”“Kids?” Candis asked.“Still back and forth with my and her folks. I get to see them for a while at the hospital. We are getting along well. They are taking it better than I thought they might.”“Did you go to his arraignment?” Candis asked with a bit of a scowl.My smile answered the question. “You know I couldn’t miss it.”She shook.