“I can prove my claims! Just allow me to treat someone with mental illness. I can prove it, even without a psychiatric evaluation!”“Then you sho...ld have considered that before resting your case. The time for introducing new evidence is past as I’ve already made my decision. Frankly, I don’t care what you think you can prove, I’m only interested in the facts, of which you’ve offered none.” Judge Mathews left his podium, waving dismissively. “Gentlemen, escort him out of the room.”“You don’t. That was too nerve wracking. So Rolly did it before she got up in the morning. That gave him a whole day to recover his lost time while she was at work.After that Rachel trusted him to only go when he felt a real need, and she gave him permission to go when she was out of town, confident (or deluded) that he wasn't going just for the sex.On his last mission Rolly had heard through the grapevine that the gold rush was still going strong. His bank accounts had grown nicely, and back home he had. "Lady Victoria says you were rude to her, young lady, and that you damaged a valuable scarf," he scowled.The girl shuffled nervously trying to summon a reply knowing it would do no good. "I…er…" "There can be no excuse for your behaviour," he interjected.Once again Dick tried to intercede but was quickly put down."Be quiet, boy," he raised his voice, "I will deal with you shortly." He looked back at Sally and said simply, "bend over my knee." Knowing that any protest would lead to a harsher. "I think one of us needs a cup of coffee." You can have coffee, I'm havin' me another beer!" she giggled and knew there was no way in hell that she was going to loose this wonderful buzz and perfect opportunity to flirt with Dad.He held her and wasn't sure about all of this. Kelly looked like was coming on to him. He knew she had a good buzz going on, but why in the hell would she be coming on to him. He was her Dad. "Alright, I guess that'll be fine," he said with a big smile and gave her.