" That's great," I said smiling and turning toward our class.Missy tugged on my belt loop. "No," she said firmly. "I want to walk with you to class li...e you did with Olivia last week. You know, hands in each other's pockets."I turned back toward her, smiling. "Okay, which alien are you and what did you do with Melissa Ann Harmon?"Missy blushed bright pink. "Please, John, don't tease me. This is hard enough for me as it is. Ever since our talk at the Outlook last week, I've been thinking about. We have a sort of specific dress code in this house when we're not throwing public events. Hope that doesn't bother you." No, Mr. Carson, not at all. It's actually quite similar at my house." Stan said."Jimmy, in this house you call me Jimmy," looking at Laura he said, "that goes for both of you."The butler came in and said, "Lady Rene says she'll be right in, she was just getting a last minute taste of the cook." Don't you mean the cooking," Stan said smiling."No I don't, Sir" The butler said. Now we really couldn't get her away from the mirror. Ok, call me softy, I let her have a manicure too. I had her watch as the girl give me a pedicure and we purchased the necessities for her to take over giving me frequent manicures and pedicures. She was walking in heels so well I stopped that exercise to make time for her new duties.Week 19Early in the eighteenth week the friend came again, and Bridget had everything ready in the bathroom as she noticed me grimace at dinner with the start. 'Please remove your shirt.'She laughed. 'My! How polite! I'll bet your Nanny is very proud of your good manners. No, I won't! And kindly tell that chinky cow I want my clothes returned this instant!'I stepped across the cell and slapped her hard across the face. She was a head and shoulders shorter than me and the blow startled and stunned her. I removed the blue prison coverall while she recovered her wits.'Get your kicks out of hitting defenseless women, do you?' she hissed. 'What next? You.