Trunks just sighed and continued to fan his hands to try and dry hisnails faster; the two Mini-Me's had instructed him not only to wear thisridiculous...costume, but to wear nail polish and makeup. That was why bothhis nails and his lips were now the same scarlet red as his shoes."Oh, Trunks!" he heard his evil alterego shout in a singsong voice,electing another sigh."Coming..." he called back, as he stood up and wobbled towards the door,wincing in pain. High heels were bad enough, but his. With the noise, and no support for her neck she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she could at least let her mind wander for a while and reach that daze like bus journey 'semi sleep'.It didn't take very long for her to start thinking about the email. With her eyes closed, her other senses came into focus, and as her mind searched for comfort on this long ride she relaxed into the rhythm of the buses movements. The constant, unrelenting hum of the engine which seemed to permeate throughout the bus. ”“Is she any good?”“Yeah, but not as good as me,” crowed the retired educator.“I don’t doubt that,” snickered Tami. “How’s she adjusting.”“Pretty good I think. So she’s officially part of your crew now.”“I didn’t say all that, but she seems nice. Helen is a little skeptical of her, but she’s been fine so far.”“That’s good!”“Her daughter came by last week and brought some monkey she shared with us.”“Yumm-o,” Tami said thinking of sweet, gooey concoction.“Sweetie, I wanted to talk to you about. I wasn't even speeding, dammit!The smooth contralto voice of the officer still qualified as seductive even when she said "License, registration ... and CAP, please. What is your CAP score, by the way?"I told her "I recall it as 5.8" before sighing and fishing out the items she asked for by touch. She told me -- much later -- that no one she had ever asked qualified the answer with uncertainty. Most people knew it cold and wanted to project that they felt the score was important.This was,.