They're going to send him to Gitmo," reported one the boys solemnly."Like shit," answered another."No. Really. The juvenile detention center at Grater...ford. They call it Gitmo now because the guys are not allowed lawyers anymore. My dad's a cop. He told me about this Supreme Court case." Oh, come on," said one of the girls. "They have to have lawyers." Julie Miller was a junior. Kate considered her rather sensible. Kate kept eating.The boys argued back and forth. It seemed there had been a real. Now do it again but make a conscious effort to expand the bottom of your lungs first."Everyone took a deep breath."OK, breathe out. Did anyone fail?"They all shook their heads."Great! Practise that so that it comes naturally." Next, projecting your voice. First of all you've got to control your breathing. So, contract the bottom of your lungs first so that you've always got some puff left at the top. Then open your throat and project your voice through your forehead. Now, I want you all to sing. "Well, that's bloody nice! I come to visit my loving husband for the first time in God knows how many years, and he turns his back on me!" June's dulcet tones suddenly filled the void of silence.If I had been asleep then that would surely have woken me. Hence my confusion for the next few minutes; I wasn't sure if I was awake or not. The actual fact of June's apparent presence, was doing it's best to convince me that I had to be dreaming."You're not here June! I'm dreaming; go away!" I. Guess I hadn't had this much inside me and go in as deep as Mike was. We stoped ,sweating, and out of breath, Mike was still inside me . I could feel the come running out of me but didn't want him to pull out so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down to kiss me again.Fiinally we got up and got our clothes back on and went back to work.That morning when I walked out of the hospital Mike was waiting for me, He walked me to my car and got in . We talked about what happened and I had to.