”Joan studied Amanda through an awkward moment of silence. Back in the main court area, Brian was being handcuffed, put in leg irons, and led away b... two of the sheriff’s deputies. He looked over to see his ex-wife and ex-lover talking but remained expressionless.Joan said, “Amanda, come with us. I want to show you something. I want you to see my recovery plan. Maybe it’ll help you understand what I just said to you.”Amanda looked uncertain, but started to follow the group. Dave escorted Joan. The hilarity that followed mocking her most particular wardrobe and a few passes all around of the bong was all the time it took before her headlights swung wildly into the yard and she stepped out of the Lincoln dangling her keys off her fingers.We all just stood there, jaws agape, eyes bugging clean out our heads!She was fine as frog hair split three ways!Once again I scanned her form top to bottom, my peepers taking extra time on the bottom. The junk in her trunk was USDA prime, I'm dieing. The time when the air was chilly and crisp, making it the best time to do all the heavy work on a ship, before the day got too warm and muscles got too tired.She'd knotted a few jumpsuits together and hauled herself out of the bag of laundry to jump down the short distance to the floor, far too used to the pranks played on her by mechanics and pilots from all the other docks she'd stayed in to be more than momentarily disconcerted.There was not a single word spoken by any of the mechanics as. She had been humiliated being seen this way at the bus stop when the program first began. She realized that was nothing compared to the intense feeling of being watched by hundreds of laughing students – each giggle and guffaw reverberating through her body.“Please Miss Becky and Miss Heather accept my apology. I couldn’t help myself today. I was rude to you and I know that was wrong. I was drunk on my own power and I deserve to be corrected. Would you please smack my booty, fresh and fruity?.