"What is it?" Toffee asked quickly.
"Julie...." Marc said.
"Julie? What about her?"
"She wasn't with the nudists after all," Marc murmured. "I mean she wasn't one of them."
"Well, what's so bad about that?"
Marc sighed unhappily. "She's wearing pink lace underwear!" he said. "And she's never worn it before." With that, as though the thought were too much for him, he closed his eyes and went limp in her arms.
Toffee, like a drifting, though shapely, cloud of smoke, faded rapidly into thin air.
"Jeez!" breathed a cop who had reached the door of the bus just in time to witness this phenomenon. "This gang is even creepier than we thought!"
Judge Frennish plainly boggled at the sight that greeted his astonished eyes as he ascended the bench.