Heeey, Wilson! Is this the new guy? The person tending the bar waved. The sergeant grinned and removed the cigarette from his mouth. Yep, thats him. ...he guy looked me over. Hell need some work, Wilson admitted. But they let him come here for a reason. The man smiled and nodded in agreement. He seemed nicer than Wilson. A couple of the people who were there glanced at my entrance but didnt say anything. What was this place? And why was I here? I was awfully confused, and Wilson wasnt helping. .Not knowing what to do next. You walk up behind be. I start to shake in fear and antiapation. Then I feel you left arm across my stomach and your right hand in my hair gently pulling me back and my head to the side. You begin to kiss the side of my neck “Relax my pet. This is what you and I want…need.” You breathed on my skin sending shivers all thru my body. You turn me to look at you and I can see the desire and primal need in your eyes. I watch as you lean down to kiss me…hard. Pulling. "The hell I ain't. I'm adoctor of journalism." Let's get to work."I grabbed my tape recorder and followed her out thedoor. Dr. Gonzo was now shouting at Nixon. "You saidyou had a secret plan to get us out of Vietnam, man. And if you hadn't smeared his running mate McGovernwould have kicked your ass!" What's the plan?" I asked, chasing behind Dr. J.She pulled a big sheet of blotter acid out of her oldfashioned doctor's bag-it was the kind of small, blackleather bag doctors used to carry back. I started talking to her more and more daily. Soon she started getting a lot more friendly with me.She would talk her heart out whenever she wanted. She knew I used to drink. One day she told me that she has not enjoyed drinking for long as her parents don’t like it. She asked me if she can come to my place and enjoy a few drinks with me.I was pleased to welcome her to my place. She came to my house in the evening around 8 pm. She was wearing a red saree with her navel visible. I was getting.