”Frances commented, “Sounds good, Carol. Can you get on to that right away, dear? We need to be ready for all comers as soon as possible.”“Sur...e, Frances. It will make a change from our usual routine. Hey, I could phone our nearest neighbours to ask if they have any empty household spray bottles, and if so, get them to toss them over the garden wall. We can pick them up from there and convert them to bleach squirters in an hour or two.”The next few hours were busy ones. As soon as the squirters. Right away, however, her comfort level went even lower. Pamela had grabbed Brad by the hand, and had pulled him down onto a chaise-style lounger in the party room, with room enough only for 2 people. That left her and Al Martin alone to take the other 2 person lounger.Then, Pamela Martin obviously got comfortable by kicking off her sandals (because of what Brad had said about toenail polish, Lisa had noted that Pamela Martin's toe nails were painted a deep rich wine color, with gold-flecking. So there I was; it was 2:30 with nothing to do ‘til tomorrow. I looked out through my window and said to myself, screw it! If everyone else can take time away, so can I! I locked up the office and headed for home.As I was pulling up to my house, I was a bit shocked to see the driveway filled with cars; maybe Becky was having some friends over or something.I opened the door and was starting to say, “Surprise, Becky, I’m home” when the smell hit me; Reefer, Pot, Mary Jane, call it what you will. ." Is it true? That's all I asked." Well, I... ah... don't know if he's going to do it. He asked me aboutit." Is that why you started acting like a girl so much?" I guess so. His sister has helped me dress up a bit." That's pretty weird, isn't it, Corey? For a smart boy like you to do thisstrange thing?" Yes, sir." Are you serious about this?" Mr. Mathias asked."I guess." OK, then, that's what I thought."Corey was awaiting Mr. Mathias to launch into a tirade of righteousindignation, stating.