Granted, I only wanted to be a lawyer at this point, so I really didn'tknow much about actual court procedure. Still I thought it was customaryto have...a court stenographer there to transcribe the proceedings of thecourt. But, I thought, this was a small town, and they might be laxabout such things. Then another thought crossed my mind. If there was noone in the court room to transcribe the proceedings, what was to stopOfficer Mercer, who appeared to be acting as bailiff, and the Judge. James felt the now familiar sting of the steel, and a weirdcold sensation as his Mother depressed the plunger that would soon floodhis system yet again with female hormones. The psychologist said theywould "correct" him.James was fully aware of what they did. In the short time he was back,he felt more affected by the injections than he had with the entiresummer of pills. His chest was even more pronounced and tender, histhighs shapelier, and his mind was beginning to... change. Wearing. Moving down the aisle, she attempted to get away, to hide behind a shelf of books.That corner of the library was quiet, devoid of studying minds. It was so deserted that she felt eerily alone. Craig looked at her as if he were welcomed to taunt her that way. It was not a smug look, but one riddled with finality. He knew what he wanted, but he could not share that information with her just yet."What do you want?" she finally spoke, he smiled at the irony.Instead of answering, he only lowered his. No one, I mean no one knew I was the owner and operator of this place. I went out as me, but inside the club, I was disguised.The place was off a side street of Royal. Close enough to the main drag without the problems and high rent. Some of these places rented for 20,000 a month. The government owned this property. That fact was hidden by a leasing company who appeared as the owner. I, of course, leased the building for about 10,000 a month. The world would think that the business was.