"Besides," she soothed, "a little sucking and fuckingis mild stuff compared to what you'll be seen doing tomorrow and Sunday." When they had quieted d...own, she addressed the problemof who was going to wear what. It was a discussion of little interest to thefive males, but passionately consuming for the females. Tiffany let them hashit out, noting that the regulars — the girls who had been on the showbefore — sat quietly, saying nothing. They knew that in the end, whenthe democratic process had. I didn’t take in any of the lesson. In fact, I didn’t take in much until lunch when I ate alone. I was sure all my friends could feel the anger radiating off me and stayed out of my way on purpose.I had maths period five, and made myself concentrate in that lesson—Bob McCarthy was a demanding taskmaster and wouldn’t have stood for me coasting through the class on a wave of my own, irrational anger. And I knew it was irrational. I hadn’t been hurt by Stevens’ activities. I’d gotten myself. Why should a wife of a doctor, certainly not pressed for money, steal a hundreds bucks worth of panties and bras?There was a report of twenty or thirty pages from a forensic psychiatrist using big Latin words trying to answer exactly that question. I sighed, sipped more of the unsweetened tea and started on page one of the report.All raise for the Judge!I climbed on my podium, nodded at the usually full room and banged my gravel. "Next case." Case 2005, people against Mrs. Jane Wood," intoned. Lisa picked up a couple of beach towels and Dan disappeared for a minute and returned with a large cotton blanket and a small cloth bag and the three headed out the back and down to the pond. The day had warmed up again and the lack of clothing didn't bother them. They spread the blanket, but Lisa wanted a swim before they ate. Dan had them remove their cuffs - no use ruining the leather. The three spent the next twenty minutes swimming and playing grab ass around the float until finally hunger.