I sat quietly and watched, then decided to test a theory that had been percolating in my brain. I put my left hand under the desk and rested it gently...on her leg, halfway between her knee and the top of her leg. Wen didn’t object so I left it there, enjoying the feel of her small, muscular leg.I carefully looked around and everyone else in the room had their noses in their books. When Wen put her pencil down and looked up, I bent down and put my lips close to hers. She didn’t move, so I moved. The actual charges were breaking andentering, forgery, resisting arrest (I knocked out 3 MPs before they caughtme), and conduct unbecoming an officer. I've always had a problem withauthority. So here I am, Kensington Military Prison. This is my thirdhellhole. I managed to escape from the last two. Even had a chance to hit itbig in Vegas before they caught me.Wilson continued. "I've looked over your files, Johnson, and they're notgood." He opened the folder and read the charges. I stood there. Sure, they had lots of arguments, like all sisters, but they never got physical about it.And then, that Friday, it happened.In Linda's mind, it was somehow connected. The incest and the violence. After all, she had just be introduced into incest, and then she acted like a bitch, and then... It happened.Amy wasn't blaming the incest. She was, however, blaming the bitchness.What had happened? Really? This was crazy! Linda wanted to be sucked by Amy, and hell, of course Amy would love to eat a. .. it’s different than most places. At RFN, the A&R guys didn’t need to look for songs for me. I wrote my own songs. Sometimes they would find a musical arrangement that I would use if I hadn’t written anything I liked. I used the New York group for the other things. They file patents on merchandise created by my apparel line; they trademark certain phrases or titles that we use. It’s not all ... music industry related. Morrie has suggested I continue to keep the entities separate ... mostly.