"Yeah!" The Scarecrow wiggled on his pole. "How about getting me off this stick so we can get it on?"Dorothy had long since stopped being shocked at w...at was going on in this strange land. She set down her pack, and stepped over the low fence into the cornfield. She slipped through the coarse corn stalks up to the Scarecrow's post.She reached up to bend over the nail holding the Scarecrow on his post. She lost her balance; she grabbed at the Scarecrow to keep from falling on her face.Her hand. The uncomfortable part was probably due to her carrying a baby and the nervous part was the fact she was surrounded by a pack of vicious criminals and their dubious relatives visiting for their own reasons better left unknown.There were signs on the wall that said, Absolutely No Touching.It was obvious that neither the guards nor the inmates paid any attention to this statement. From my vantage point, I saw a whole lot of touching going on. Some of it was sexual in nature and other was just the. I can only explain by saying that it would not have been the right thing to do. It was instinctive and, as I later discovered, quite correct. Thursday There had been no call on Tuesday or Wednesday and by the time I got home on Thursday I was close to calling her myself. I stayed my hand and was rewarded by the chirrup of my ‘phone at around 9 in the evening as I was settling down with a pad and some graphics of a new campaign in front of me. ‘Hi, Trish.’ Emily sounded tired. ‘I have just. “What’s that about?”“We’re basically up here all the time,” Lara said. “We might as well settle in.”“And how’s that going to work? I can take the couch I guess.”“Nah. Muireann and I will share the darkroom bed. You and Tommy take the other room.”Interesting... The double bed in the darkroom wasn’t exactly spacious. But Muireann didn’t seem concerned, so I figured I shouldn’t be either.“So?” she asked expectantly.I shrugged. “Fine with me.”“We can stay up as late as we want and not bother the.