"Very well Miss Jenkins, you may return to your class. I will discuss this problem with Miss Ebber and decide on her punishment. Thank you for bringin... this to my attention."Miss Jenkins retreated from the principal's office with a satisfied smirk on her face. That left Jill standing in front of Hardy's desk with her small hands folded in front of her."Well Miss Ebber? Anything to say for yourself?" It wasn't anything Principal Hardy. I just kissed my brother a bit." If it was nothing Jill I. "She is who I need to be talking to in the first place." She has a speech impediment," said Bob. "It's very difficult for her to communicate on the phone." Well, be that as it may, my hands are tied, Mr. Jefferson." How about if I translate for her?" asked Bob.In the end, the receiver was placed between Bob's and Jennifer's heads, so both could hear. The woman wanted some information from Jennifer, who stuttered through her full name, address, date of birth and the full names, addresses and. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free, like she was someone else - getting one of a pair of tits? That just proved that she wasn’t boxed into her life as a graphic designer at a failing company.She was more than that, she was free. It made her forget that she was swimming in debt ... it told her that she could do whatever she wanted.In fact, she might even get another. Soon.Once lunch was over, and the girls made their way back to their various workstations, Heather breathed a huge sigh of. Wood and the female cop who frisked her after reading her rights and getting her permission. All neat and legal.When called on the floor, Mr. Long started by admitting his client's guilt. "But there're mitigating factors, Your Honor. We will demonstrate that my client is sick, not really responsible for her actions, but not a menace to the community at all. We will call several character witnesses, but first, may I call Dr. Peterson, a notorious psychologist, who will..." Not responsible, my.