“No, I'm Beavis!” squealed Kitty.“No, I'm Beavis!” echoed Tamara.“No, I'M Beavis!” exclaimed Annelle.“I'm Darren?” said the perpetuall...y perplexed Peckham.“Huh.” tutted one of the soldiers. “I know what to do....has someone in here been....” he paused, taking a deep breath “BREAKING THE LAW?”Involuntarily, both #2 and #3 leapt to their feet, nodding their heads wildly, their hands thrashing about in mid-air as if playing guitars. They chorused a mantra of “BREAKIN' THE LAW, BREAKIN' THE LAW -. "Well, Ariel, then, or which do you prefer? What's all this about?" I prefer Susan, she's ... unblemished. New. But anyhow, like I said I'm in the witness protection program. Or I was, when I was still alive. And that's because of Ariel. She knew stuff, I knew stuff, and I had proof. Stuff that would send a really important man to jail for a really long time, like the rest of his worthless fucking life." Her voice got very hard as she said the last."Who?"I could hear her draw in a deep breath.. Before one was allowed to enter the many back rooms, you had to leave coat and bags at the counter in the front room. And Amelie did that, as so many time before The owner was an old man, well over 70, so she thought it safe to ask him where he kept the psychology and related topics. He showed her into a remote room that she had never seen before, when she had been searching for poetry and novels. When the old man had left, she began looking.“My...uncle tell me that you are looking for...sexual. . aren't you?"Of course I bloody wasn't, I didn't even have my bag on me but instead of pointing out this fact, I just shook my head."Do you have anything better we can do?"He had this weird look on his face, kind of a half leer, half grin. I tried to ignore it but I can't admit it was something I was used to. Guys generally didn't look at me, well, if they did, I wasn't aware of it. I wasn't bad looking, just so incredibly shy that people barely noticed me. I had dark brown hair, long and it.