”“I would like to meet you for lunch at the south edge of the quad.” I commanded her.She replied, “Yes sir,” and a smile came across her fac.... She was lovely when she smiled, but did not smile a lot. I need to work on that. Then the bell rang. And we were off to our classes. My first class was civics. It was the last requirement I needed to graduate. I was only carrying three courses this year all in the morning the other two were creative writing and architecture.After morning classes I got my. I walk over to the pile, looking for something that is at least kind ofmasculine.Twenty minutes later, it appears that won't be the case. The pants areeither skin tight, having something unacceptable printed across the seat,are festooned with sparkles, or some combination thereof. Instead, Ichoose an ankle-length white tiered skirt with sequins along the bottom,and a right sweater. The sweater is comfy, but ends strictly at thewaist -- unless I constantly tug at it, my midriff shows whenever. I scurried back upstairs, entered the first room with a light showing and found myself facing a large caliber pistol in a steady hand. Four men sat at a round table playing cards under a shaded lamp while a mulatto woman stood at the window, looking surprised her flimsy robe open to show her hard breasts and strong body."Closed game?" I asked as the man with the pistol raised an eyebrow."Who the hell are you?" he said."Man looking to hide in plain sight," I told him, pulling out a chair and. Women should stay off the streets in Houston, because the cops couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to protect them. They stopped short off saying he was a drunken fool, who couldn’t find his ass with both hands, but just barely. Mike’s boss Captain Reeves was on his case daily asking for updates. He was beginning to use the Thesaurus to find new ways of saying nothing new was forthcoming. Mike knew that he would find this monster, and he knew that the media would find every reason not to retract.