My whole body is onedge. My muscles are twitching all over my body and in other places on myface. I can feel a tugging at my scalp. My hair is lengthe...ing. I seesome bangs coming down my forehead. It covers my face, but I part itaside. I'm happy that my hair didn't change color. It's still a niceorange tone. I love redhead girls, and now I'm going to be one! My newhair reminds me of my sister's locks. She always kept it healthy andshiny. I remember growing up and seeing my mom and her combing. "Yeah, but what if it just makes him madder?"He waved that away. "Just a myth, Jack. Bullies are cowards. You give them a nice, sharp, memorable bit o' pain, and that's what they'll remember. They mess with you and yours, and they'll be limping for days. Do that, and they'll give you a wide berth, believe me."I thought about that for a while. "Got any more... boxing... tips?" I asked with a grin.The chief jerk tormenting poor Hassam was Wally Fuller, or WalMart as he was known because of his. "Now we asked the 64 dollar question. "How much do they want?" They are thinking about listing it for $65,000, but if you offer $62,000 I'm sure they will take it. Now I just have to get their OK to sell it."He got on the phone, and after a few minutes he called us back into his office and informed us that they had agreed to our offer. He explained that if we put a binder of $500 as a deposit; he would have the paperwork drawn up. We had to get a lawyer and he would forward the paper work to. ‘Well, Em, what do you think?’ I considered for a while and Lana said, ‘She does this. She’s pretending to think it over but the truth is she is actually thinking of the consequences of losing.’ To my horror she reached her long arm across me and pulled my skirt up to reveal that I, like Sophie, was naked beneath it. ‘See – damp at the prospect.’ I pushed my skirt down. ‘Let’s play!’ I said that with more bravado than I really felt. Walking back to the car Lana slipped her arm through mine. My.