She knew frompersonal experience what was below the sheet. A death by suicide wastreated like a murder. She had been autopsied, her organs removed and...measured like meat in a market. Her blood and fluids tested forchemicals, as if the empty pill bottle beside the body meant nothing."Ma'am?" He looked at the attendant."That's Diane," she replied softly. She reached into his pocket, andtook out her company ID. "I want to see the full blood work ups." Ma'am-" Now." She handed the ID to the man, and. ' The handsome guy said 'come on, i'll let you use my phone.' We started to walk towards the house. When we was in side I played like I was searching for the phone number 'I don't seem to have the number with me,' I said lamely. 'OK,' he said, 'I'll get us something to drink than you can tell me how to get you home.' He led me to the kitchen and poured us both a glass of orange juice, when I sat the glass down, I could not help but gasp at the size of the bulge in his jeans. He looked me in. Being arranged in alphabetical order really sucked. Claire Cunningham was a mile away from Amanda Richards and me, Kelsey Rourke. We sat up the back of the class painting our nails, going for a deep purple today to match our uniforms. I hated uniforms, purple tartan skirts and fitted blouses matched with a purple tie were neither comfortable nor stylish. I had been secretly practicing my flirting skills the past few weeks in English, doing all the things I had read in the magazines. Not. Hesmiled as he knew I was helping to mask his 'secret'. As he met my fistbump with his own, he told me, "Likewise short stuff. Likewise."On Wednesday we started softball practice, a full two and a half monthsbefore the season officially started. Even though with my status Icouldn't legally play, they still left me with little to no choice but tocome help out anyway. Coach Dawson even came over to thank me afterpractice. Once she saw how everyone performed on the first official day ofpractice,.