ashed face agreed.

Fired by his anger, the doctor raged on. "Why the devil do you think we
have laws concerning attendance permits? What do you think all that
testing by doctors and psychologists before a permit is issued is for?
You, you big ox, could be killed by fright too if the intensity level of
the projector was set higher than your psycho-profile rating."

He saw his last words had lost the boy again. "In any case you know
better. Why did you allow your sister to endanger her life by letting
her illegally use another's permit? And of all things, a horror feelie!"

"Ah didn't want to take her," Jason complained, "but she jus' fussed an'
fretted at me 'till Ah gave in."

"Well you've both broken the law. Your parents will be notified and
you'll have to stay here until they come." The doctor buzzed and a guard
appeared. "Take these two to Mr. Lemson's office," he instructed him.

The guard led them from the floating steel and crystal theater structure
of the U-Live-It Corporation complex to the executive wing of the
general offices. He stayed with them until the receptionist at the
office suite of Vice President Cyrus W. Lemson ushered them inside.

After having them seat themselves, Mr. Lemson stared at Jason in his
tight, crimson, dress dungarees and rhinestone speckled, black shirt
which accentuated his lithe, muscled body. _Eighteen or not_, he thought
in mild astonishment, _that handsome giant is no boy_. "The doctor
viphoned me about you," he said sternly. He spoke to them further about
the seriousness of what they had done and told them their parents were
on the way down. Then he took them into an interior office furnished
like a luxurious living room. "Please wait here," he said, "until your
people arrive. Magazines are there on the table and you may turn on the
television set." He closed the door.

"Want me to turn on the television set?" Jason asked.

"No, Ah don't much feel like it."

They settled themselves on the enormous couch and Robina looked at her
brother. "Jason, Ah'm real sorry. Ah went an' stirred up a hornet's nest
of trouble for you again."

"Don't fret about it, Robee. They won't really do nothin' serious.
They'll talk to Ma an' Pa an' Pa'll make like he's goin' to cuff us
aroun' when we get back to the hotel an' instead he'll jus' look dark
an' make us feel bad with his talk. It'll jus' be a lot of commotion
like a bee stuck in a tar bucket."

"Ah guess," Robina said. She cast