My feet came up and I grabbed the short blade I keep in my boot. He shot a punch at me that I stopped with a stab of the knife in his tricep.He swore ... blue streak and whipped that knife out of my hand with another kick from nowhere. He gave me a cruel little smile and shot another foot out that I couldn't deflect which hit my sternum and threw me into the wall.Just as he wound up for the kill, this white streak appeared out the corner of my left eye and grabbed his arm and shoulder, throwing. But we had to wait for the bus so he yacked and blathered and I stood and wiggled and concentrated on being the absolute yummiest perky, pokie, wiggly, teen-angel of seductiveness ever and by the time the bus arrived we were all new and excitable 'best friends forever' forever.When we got on the bus, we had to go and sit on the back seat because that's where rebels-without-a-clue sit. And as the bus did its stop/start, stop/start, stop/start journey, my twin mounds of Australian sandstone went. Do not, under any circumstance, answer any questions or calls about today’s incident without Jenny or Jason being with you. I am sure someone claiming to be an investigator will call you all hours of the evening saying they only have a question or two. Do not answer them; refer them to Jenny’s office number. They will try anything to trip you up and change the events. Again, good job! Thanks for stopping by, I am glad you are OK.”I was tired and glad we had a short meeting. I was ready for the. Ms. Booker fixed me with a piercing look and then retrieved a pair of sugar packets from her desk. As she made the necessary correction to her cup of java, my eyes were drawn to a familiar looking document on her desk. It was my first draft of the legal analysis of the Carson merger. The work was a tall order for a first-year intern like myself, and apparently my efforts had failed to measure up. The top sheet was a bloodbath of red ink, promising additional carnage on the following pages. I.