"Please, Mrs. Wisson," the lawyer cautioned, "just answer the questions I ask you. Don't elaborate. "Now then--did you ever have affairs with any of these men?" "I did not!" "Do you know them? Have you ever seen them before?" "I know Jon Barra," Sar replied. "He's my husband's business partner. The other three I never saw before in my life." There was a mild ripple of hushed comment among the spectators in the room. The bailiffs quickly restored order and the judge motioned the lawyer to continue. "I should like to submit as evidence these certified photostats of the educational records of Sar Wisson, nee Malcom," the lawyer announced. The papers were accepted by the clerk of the court and labeled as exhibits A, B, and C. Copies of the evidence were handed to the justices who studied them intently while waiting for Sar's attorney to continue. "You will note," he said, "that Mrs. Wisson's grades in sexual education are all excellent. Class nine," he read, "Fundamental Biology--grade one. Class eleven, Basic Sex--grade one. Class twelve, Adolescent Sexology--grade two. Class thirteen, History of Romance--grade one. Class fourteen, Sexual Techniques...." Justice Klyutch interrupted him by pressing the 'hold' button causing the amber light on the front of the rostrum to flash warningly. "There's no need to list them all, counselor," he said. "The court recognizes the evidence submitted. We can read the reports." "Yes, Your Honor. But I should like to point out especially that Mrs. Wisson was the top honor student in her class in Advanced Sexual Techniques in class twenty-one," the lawyer pursued. "As a result, she received the Aphrodite Award at the University commencement exercises in twenty-one-sixteen. How can such a woman be called sexually incompetent? Obviously, she is not only competent--she's expert!" Merl's lawyer rose to his feet. "Objection," he said calmly, matter-of-factly. "We do not contest the lady's aptitude twenty years ago, when she last attended school. We do question her ability now--today, this year. It is regrettable that time and age can cause even the best of us to lose his or her talent, but such is the way of nature. And it is our contention that, regardless of her superior record in school, Sar Wisson is sexually incompetent _today_." Sar leaped to her feet. "That's not true!" she shouted angrily. "It's not true!" Tears welled in her eyes and there was a catch in her voice as she said defiantly, "I'm only forty-one. I'm not old!" The courtroom hummed excitedly over the dramatic outburst. Sar felt as if a million eyes were staring at her, a million tongues talking about her. She was conscious of an awkward stiffness in every part of her body, which was suddenly a strange, uncomfortable garment she wished she could throw off.