” “In fact, better make it five to, you’ll look like a right drongo, dressed like that, if you’re a pumpkin.” “Yes, good thinking,” said...Cindy. Cindy was dropped off outside a huge posh mansion. There were beautiful white swans swimming around a little lake. The gardens that led up to the house were immaculately tendered with topiarian hedges, crafted into various birds and animals. A rather portly, man, dressed in red velvet jacket and trousers greeted her at the door. “Welcome Cindy and Happy. Kneeling on the bench was the way to see out through the deeply recessed windows. The glazing was set about an arms-length from the outside and could be swung aside on brass hinges that were still original. Apart from the bench the only thing in the room was a prone statue of Hubert’s Italian mistress, Julietta. She had been carved as if on a bed with her legs spread to accept her lover. Her arms were clasped behind her head. Her erect nipples pointed at the dome of the ceiling. The carved bed. Come on, let's go to Starbucks."Starbucks is a coffee place in town, they have really good coffee, almost as good as the coffee in France."Fine, but we have to hurry up, we don't want to be late."We head outside with our bags, and walk to the Starbucks.I get a mocha brownie Frappachino. Peter gets a caramel Frappachino.Outside, we sit on the bench, and drink our frappes."Exciting about school?" I ask him."Who are you kidding?" Just asking..." Soph, we are in a new country, a new state, and a. I had become Lucy, cute, mischievous, a little bitch totally uncaring about the feelings of others. I wanted what I wanted and it mattered not that I was about to actually hurt someone, about to change irrevocably my relationship with my closest living relative. I needed to feel, to experience what I had only heard about.We learned in the Police Academy about the Hearsay Rule. That allows us to testify against a criminal only as to things that we ourselves have seen, not what we've been told.