This wasn't an interrogation room by the look of it.In front of him he had a fairly thick file folder with a tab marked "Hansen, D. A." and the rubber... stamp across the front of the file said "Homicide." We haven't come across anything new, Mr. Hansen. We aren't any further ahead than we were several months ago I'm afraid to say."I nodded. "I'm sure you would have told me if you had. I talked to her best friend Christie once more and she can't recall anything that would add to what she told you.. Agnes' eyes grow wide and a smile appear on her pursed lips.He could only imagine the look on Sr.Ethel's face,she had a clear view of the three ,bare,white bottoms that she would be spanking. Sr Ethel slapped her thigh with her hand. "Come over here,Paul,I want to deal with you first," Sr.Ethel ordered in a very stern tone of voice.It was clear to the boy's that what was about to happen to them would be very painful.Sr.Ethel seemed to have a a great love for administering corporal. "A haircut too maybe." I dunno," he cleared his throat a little and he was turning a bit red."You got the rebel thing going, huh?" I teased him. "I mean, the leather jacket and all." Yeah, maybe," he looked up at me "You don't like it?" It doesn't matter what I like," I shrugged."What if it did?" he wondered, bringing his soft eyes up to mine, just for a split-second."Are you like hitting on me?" I giggled and he blushed hard and looked away."Hey!" Dana was there and she'd probably been. Andwhen he twisted the knob he turned the space heater towards a nearbyshelf where it began to heat up an old bottle until, "POP" the cork flewout of the bottle and nearly took off Bob's head. He dove to the floorand looked up to find a bedraggled genie staring at him looking likeshe'd been in the world's steamiest sauna."Just look at my hair, mortal! And I just had it done for the Caliph's4,000th birthday party," she screeched. "Now I have to ask that djinn todo it all over again and I do so.