They'd been camped out watching her. No doubt stifling laughter while they watched her have a private moment with Han."Hey, Jabba." Han pleaded. "Look..., Jabba, I was just on my way to pay you back, but I got a little sidetracked. It's not my fault."Jabba laughed and laughed."It's too late for that, Solo." Jabba spat in his deep low Huttese growl. "You may have been a good smuggler, but now you're Bantha fodder."Leia reached down for the blaster at her hip. But, Jabba's pig-like Gamorean guards. It was painful and Milton shamed himself furtherby whimpering and shedding a few tears. When they were done a handmirror was brought over so he could see the permanent images in his skin.He sobbed and begged them not to add any more."Mmm," said his sister. "I hadn't thought of that. Thanks for the idea,Millie. Maybe later we'll get one across the tops of both those monsterboobies that says MILK FACTORY." Or a tramp stamp," Rita offered. "It could say BOOTYLICIOUS orsomething like that. . No one's goingto mistake me for a guy. The thought turned my stomach as I headed to thelecture hall.I made sure to sit away from any people I knew and found a seat up in thecorner. The teacher came in and I was in luck. He talked for maybe 10minutes and then told us he was going to put on an example TV episoderelevant to the topic. Thank god I thought, an easy lecture. The onlyproblem was that I didn't take in anything he said due to my situationand panicking, that I had no clue how this TV. ?Didn’t I tell you last week to lay down newspapers before you do that?? she asked.?I’m sorry, mistress, I forgot,? I said.My anxiety dissolved when she smiled.?This is your lucky day,? Mistress Angela said. ?I’m in a very good mood.?She was wearing a black T-shirt and matching running shorts that left her smooth thighs exposed. Her dark hair fell loosely over her neck and shoulders. ?Put the boots down,? she said, pointing at them. ?My friends won’t be here until six.? I quickly set the boots.