" Done," I told her, and hung up.A few hours later, I was at her house. I gave her a kiss (we started dating right after the fairy costumes, and we've... been inseparable since.) Beside her was a plaster duplicate of herself. We'd been making body casts of ourselves periodically for fitting purposes. She was making a mold of her body from the shoulders to the upper thigh."Start making a mold of that thing's upper body, will you?" said Shelly. I got to work making a mold of the mannequin's upper. Ma’am . . .”Glenda smiled broadly. How delightful to hear someone in Julia’s situation stating they were lucky!“That’s right . . . you’re lucky!”The deadly birch came slashing down for the eleventh time, the twigs splaying and biting. Each one doing its agonising work at precisely the same moment.No wonder Julia shrieked dementedly . . . no wonder she writhed with such frantic fervour!Remorselessly, Glenda measured her victim for the twelfth and final stroke.Up went her arm . . .Down it came. Linda was mortified when Mister Abercrombie started her off with his thumb inserted into her brown eye because it caused her to release some gas that had been rumbling down there ever since she had the terrible school food at lunchtime. The two young men found that amusing much to her embarrassment and she smiled an apology their way but saw they were totally engrossed in watch both her and Molly's rumps get a taste of their father's heavy black leather belt. She had made a vow that she would. Jackson had just rematerialized back at the starting point, thankfully with his bones fully intact, when an object appeared in the air above him and bonked him on the top of his head.Huh?He looked down and picked up a metal gothic cross about a foot high. The metal was black everywhere apart from the edges, where the cross appeared to be picked out with a flame-red outline. Jackson wondered what he was supposed to do with it.Oh crap, one of those clanking clockwork heads was already bearing.