When they were finished, Aaron wiggled histoenails as Eileen pulled out the separators and checked hisfingernails for smudges, while Molly did some la...t minute touching upof the hair, before turning the chair around, to allow Aaron to see thefinal result."Woah..." Aaron remarked as he pulled at his long, curly red hair withhis hands, now tipped with manicured nails. "Feels real." It is real, just not your own hair," Molly said.Aaron's face had been expertly made-up, with his blue eyes defined. The man sitting next to the woman got off the train in Huddersfield. When no one took his seat the woman had put her coat there and that’s when he got a first good look at her legs. She was wearing a miniskirt, he saw now. God, so tacky too. A leopard print blouse, high heels and a black miniskirt. What would Margaret say about this? He had trouble imagining it now, because his eyes seemed somehow glued to the woman’s legs. They were long and looked beautiful, he had to admit. Shapely calves. " Hell, even a dumb old country boy like me knows that. However the timing is all wrong. Someone sicced the IRS on us. That had to be someone from your office and that someone has to be a person who is looking around for anything to curry favor with her new bosses."Jesse's voice took on a hard edge as he asked, "Isn't that right Frosty Butt?" He heard a gasp."Are you listening in on this conversation? By Harry..."Jesse interrupted, "You better get someone to your office right now. She is. ”But, Zoe. I don’t think that would be the best course of action for anyone right now, so I am proposing the following punishment for you.” She nodded and released her grip on the girl’s knee-cap.Zoe looked at Laura Petersen, who was looking across at the Head Mistress.“Do you still have the items that you stole?” Amelia adjusted the sleeves on her white jumper and watched the girl who was wiping her eyes and her nose.“Yes, Miss Marks,” she replied quietly.“Right. Once I dismiss you, I want you.