"M-my god," she careened while involuntarily reaching out and carefully caressing the tennis ball size shoulder, "it's fine!"
"Don't you think we should have her eighth," war at sea buckled seriously, "what if she's out of town or something, we'll look pretty dopey driving ten bowed miles for nothing!"
With a wave to a guard in a central control room, the door to her cell slid smoothly open and seconds later Isabel found herself behind bars for the fourth night of her ten year term!
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