Things have changed a lot for Heather ever since she came to Lyre. She was a much different person now, with a new job and a new family. Well, her grandmother was still her grandmother even if she was younger and she hadn't married Jeremy yet, but it was certainly not like her life was a few years ago. And there were so many new people becoming Dinotopians, though the full rush won't be until the project was made publicly available. And there was a lot of planning going on for a Dinotopian colony to give the saurians some much-needed elbow room. It was hard to believe all of this started because Heather had gone on a rampage a few months ago.
But while people were a lot friendlier with her now, Heather still had her debt to society. Despite the large amount of freedom she has, she was still on probation. She wouldn't be able to leave Lyre to go to the Dinotopian colony or go on her honeymoon with Jeremy so long as she was still considered a felon. But Heather had been regularly attending her psychotherapy sessions and both Dr. Jones and her grandmother think she has really turned her attitude around. Enough so that she was currently getting ready to see her parole officer to review her probation.
"Ugh, I'm so going to blow this thing," said Heather anxiously as she tugged on her cravat.
Jeremy gently pulled her hand away from her necktie and said, "You'll be fine. Just relax."
"Easy for you to say," said Heather, "You're not the one about to bust out of your shirt." Heather was trying to dress up more formally for this meeting, which mainly meant office business-wear. While her button-up shirt didn't really like it was about to burst, it did hug the curvatures of her breasts rather tightly.
"If anything, that'll work in your favor," said Tyra. She was also dressing formally, but had eschewed the necktie in favor of leaving her shirt partially unbottoned. Not too many to be lewd, but enough that the top of her cleavage could be seen at the right angle. "All you have to do is be honest and watch out for those trick questions."
Heather smiled a bit, comforted by having the two people she cared most about with her. But they could only come so far with her. Heather's review will have to be with the parole officer alone.
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It would seem odd for an anthro dinosaur, particularly a theropod, to be squirming with unease in the presence of a mere human. But Heather was trying her best to compete her composure, though she was sure if she still had sweat glands, she'd sweating up a storm.
"Ok, Heather, I've been looking at your case file and I'm pleased with your progress," said the parole officer.
Heather breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Mr. Grant."
Mr. Grant looked at Heather's file again and asked, "Are you enjoying life in Animalia?"
"Yes," said Heather.
"Having any health troubles as a Dinotopian?" asked Mr. Grant.
"No," said Heather.
"Are you giving back to the community?"
"Yes."
"Have you been starting any fights?"
"No."
"Still want to eat Sophie?"
Heather nearly answered 'yes', more out of following the pattern than any actual desire to eat Sophie. But thankfully she caught herself before she could say anything. "Nearly got me there," said Heather.
"I do need to be thorough with my questioning," said Mr. Grant, "You'd be surprised what people would let slip when they're not paying attention."
"Well, you can rest assured that I have no intention of reverting back to the...antisocial behavior I exhibited when I first came to this town," said Heather, "It was wrong and stupid of me. And I'm wanting to be able to move past that."
The rest of the review went pretty smoothly from there. Heather had been doing her best to act like a model citizen and show she's really turned over a new leaf. Heather started to relax more as it went along.
Eventually, Mr. Grant said, "Well, you have me convinced that you're nearly reformed."
"Nearly?" asked Heather.
"Not many people bounce back from homicidal/cannibalistic psychosis to normal in such a short time," said Mr. Grant, "However, I think I can at least see to it that the conditions of your probation are reduced."
"What does that mean?" asked Heather.
"While I think you'll be allowed to travel outside of Lyre, you may be required to keep a GPS locator on you at all times," said Mr. Grant.
"So you're going to microchip me so you can track my migration patterns," said Heather.
The humor in her tone didn't seem to register for Mr. Grant. "Currently, GPS sub-dermal microchips are unfeasible. You may be required to do something a bit more...obvious," he said.
"I hope you're not suggesting that I'm going to have a tag installed in the back of my head," said Heather.
"Nothing that obvious," said Mr. Grant, "But that's for people higher up to decide. I'm sure that they'll be coming up with something that won't be too cumbersome."
"So when is this probation going to end?" asked Heather.
"Well, if you keep behaving well, it could be sooner than you think," said Mr. Grant.
"I just hope it's not going to get in the way of my wedding plans," said Heather.
"I shouldn't worry about that," said Mr. Grant, "You'll be receiving news from the parole board within a few days."
Heather sighed and said, "Thank you." She got up and walked at that. It was frustratingly noncommittal, but Heather was certain she was going in the right direction. She just hoped it would before the beginning of summer when she'll finally be free to go where she wanted.