A few moments later, the officer, a serious-faced, middle-aged redhead, came and stood beside her.“Krissy Polk,” she said.Krissy nodded.“I’m O...ficer Felton,” she said. “I’m here to take over your processing.”Officer Felton took her by the arm and led her to another room where she removed Krissy’s handcuffs and handed her an orange shirt and pants.“I need you to undress down to your undergarments,” Officer Felton said. “And then place this uniform on.”Krissy was on the verge of tears but she. The real kind, none of that microwavable crap. I also made some coffee just in case. Once it was made, I put it on a tray and went upstairs.Alexis was awake, but not moving. I said, "Good afternoon, sleepyhead."She turned to the clock, "Is it really afternoon already?" Yep," I replied, reaching the bed. "Sit up! I got the cure for your hangover blues." I can't believe how late we went," she mumbled, still not fully awake.I put the tray on her lap and asked, "What time did you get home?" It was. Going through the boys lockerroom the hall on the opposite side contained the drama class room."Unfortunately the play being done is Peter Pan." "Wait a second." Ryan protested as Miss Broadside held up a blue dressthat reached his feet and had the same puffy shoulders as Dotty wore."You can change in the locker." "I can't wear this!" Ryan said as she glared at him. "Gym may not be as important as your other classes but it's still a class youeither pass or flunk." Miss Broadside said as she. The bastard keeps his eyes squeezed shut. "I'm so--it doesn't-- have to be this way. I'm so sorry."I don't answer. The gun begins to feel heavy. I'm a lot weaker than Iused to be."Cindy," he says. "Please." My name is not Cindy," I hiss.He takes a deep, shaky breath. "David," he says."Say it again." I want to shout but my voice catches in my throat andfinally escapes hardly louder than a whisper. "Open your eyes." David," he repeats."Look at me!"He opens his eyes. He looks straight into me. His.