” He replied casually. “She’ll make sure that Jay will enjoy herself.A short while later Sara returned and leading Jay by the hand, walked in an... stood by the magazines. The shopkeeper recognised me and Jay. He nodded and winked in recognition then went back to serving a customer. We stood at the front of the store. There was about ten people in there, mainly men and a couple of woman. They paid no attention to us, concentrating on flicking through magazines or looking at the DVD’s. Sara. The fact I'd graduated with honors and was now in college was a source of great pride for her and she would tell anyone who would stand still long enough about it. Mom had quit school, but when I was barely a year old earned her GED and through a state program to help young mother's received a bachelor of science in hospitality, which had led to her running a local Marriott. Mom was making good money, but tended to spend it, mostly on spoiling me and going on cruises. She had some money put. My mother makes sure I can do more than ballet.”“Do you use a pole ever when you dance?” Cody moved to a slightly guarded look. “It’s OK if you do,” Lew quickly added. “You’ve looked at some of the magazines in this room. You see that it has some of the guys dancing on a pole. They have great bodies, just like you do. Have you ever thought about—?”“Yeah, I do dancing like that,” Cody broke in. “Not at the dance school, but I was looking at these magazines and at a couple of the films you let me. And because Gandhi never lowered his head when addressing him, as he expected, there were always “arguments” and confrontations.One day Mr. Peters was having lunch at the University dining room when Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to him. The professor said,”Mr Gandhi, you do not understand. A pig and a bird do not sit together to eat.” Gandhi looked at him as a parent would a rude child and calmly replied, “You do not worry, professor. I’ll fly away” and he went and sat at another.