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Frantically Terry combed his hair to the sides so that it covered his ears. He had noticed something shiny in the glove compartment when he had opened it and now he scrambled through its contents with hope in his heart. A second later he pulled it out. Just as he had hoped! It was a tube of lipstick that Susan probably kept in there to freshen up with. As he twisted the rear view mirror toward himself a thought crossed his mind. "I never thought that I would see the day when I'd be putting lipstick on myself!" But he had no time to meditate on that now. The officer was already coming back! As smoothly as he could he painted his lips with the worn down cylinder of pink color. He pressed them together as Susan had shown him and placed the cap back on the tube.

As he turned to look out the window his nose met the barrel of a police revolver. "Freeze right there," the officer shouted. "Get out of the car slowly and keep your hands visible at all times!" He was scared stiff! Moving at what seemed like a snail's pace he climbed out of the The patrolman turned him around and frisked him. Finding no weapons, he firmly clamped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

Terry didn't know what to do. The sight of the officer with his gun drawn had been frightening but now that he was handcuffed he was terrified. Moments later another patrol car pulled up with its red lights ablaze. The first officer read him his rights and then shoved him into the back of his patrol car. One of the men from the second car climbed into Susan's car to drive it back. The three vehicles formed a caravan and headed for the police station.

Terry fought back the tears as he was booked into the jail. Each charge seemed like a punch in the face to him. He had never been in trouble before and he certainly didn't have any money for bail. "You're being charged with speeding, dri-

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ving without a license, lying to an officer to resist arrest and grand theft auto," the jailer announced loudly. Strangely enough, even when they booked him they still assumed that he was a girl. Since there were no female officers on duty that night, they would not frisk him further and so did not feel the tell tale bulge in his pants. They threw him into an empty cell to separate him from the male prisoners. At last he let the tears begin to flow and a couple of male prisoners, thinking he was a girl, talked to him through the bars to try and comfort him. Eventually, he sobbed himself to sleep on the hard, cold bench.

The steel bars of the cell door clanked noisely as it opened, jarring him out of his restless sleep. His eyes were swollen and bleary from crying as he looked up and saw Susan entering his cell with the jailer. "Yes, that's her officer," Susan said. The jailer began to pull Terry to his feet. "Hey, take it easy; "Susan hollered. Terry rose by himself and faced them. "What's going on he inquired. "This is Mrs. Borden, the woman горо owns the car you stole." The jailer spoke like he was a preacher in a pulpit on Sunday morning. "For some reason that I'll never understand she's come to bail you out." Terry looked puzzled. "It's alright dear," Susan said lovingly. "What if I do not want to be bailed out?" he asked. "What the devil are you saying, girl! As far as I'm concerned kids like you should be kept in jail until they rot! But this woman wants to give you a break. What you're charged with plus the fact that you don't have any anymoney will get you plenty of years in the state penitentiary. This lady has agreed to drop all charges if we release you into her custody. She's the only one who keep you out of jail because it was her car you stole! Why she wants anything to do with a delinquent like you is beyond me but that's her business. Now either you go with her or you go to jail. What's it going to be?" He felt completely trapped. He knew that he didn't deserve the moral barage but what was he going to do. There was really only one choice. "I'll go with her," he grumbled.

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