"Now that's a great idea," said Miranda, warming to the thought. "Of course, I have an idea what I'd see, but there's nothing like seeing in the flesh..." she said, with a leering grin."I think my hand is better, anyway. I love the feel of skin on skin."Carolyn decided to push her luck and said, grinning, "I certainly hope you're not one of those people who makes me lay across her lap and then puts her hand on my butt while explaining why I deserve the punishment. Those people do a lot of. I pretended to ignore it, but secretly I loved it. I wondered if they were staring at my new look or the fact that I was in the company of another person. It didn't matter. I knew that by noon, I would be the topic of every gossip conversation in the office. We returned to our office with our tea and began our day's work.At 9 o'clock I received a call from Mr. Jacobs. He congratulated me on our success in Arkansas this past week. He said that he had spoken to Buck Marshall over the weekend and. The police held both girls under protective custody, though they werekept separate and whilst one would have thought that it was an open andshut case, what with the baddies being caught red handed and all, Smarthad some pretty clever and expensive lawyers working in his and Paul'sdefence and there were fears that the witnesses would be compromised -hence the protective custody. As the trial plodded slowly on, Denise's feelings for Stephanie deepened- absence making the heart grow fonder and all. What little sleep I did get was filled with dreams of flying bicycles and blue-spotted clouds.In the morning, Mom brought breakfast and my meds to my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ruffled my hair. "How are you doing?" How am I doing?" I grumbled. "It's the third day of summer vacation and I have a broken leg. I can't sleep, I can't ride my bike, I can't go swimming and I have to use crutches just to get around. The doctor said I could be wearing this stupid cast for TEN WEEKS! How.