Waiting to see if anyone else was going to show up, Jackson was his typical, excited and enthusiastic self! As I talked with a guy I recognized from t...e last time the group had gotten together, I saw that Jackson had the brandy snifter already out on the same small antique side-table that had been used the last time. The squat glass gleamed in the light as it sat atop the lace doily; looking like some sort of sacred vessel! I mentioned that to the other guy. He smiled."That's Jackson for you!". " School was good. We got a project that's due in a couple of weeks. I need to use Excel to design a pie chart. Piece of cake." Jill, are you taking a class about stuff you already know?" Yes. And No. I've been exposed to most of the things we go over. I'm more advanced on a lot of it. There have been a few things we've gone over that I learned things I didn't know before. You know, tricks and shortcuts. Things I could have gone on forever without knowing about but are still nice to know. But I. This made him shake hishead in amusement as he lumbered off to the bathroom. Of coursesomething was wrong, he went from being a handsome stockbroker to a tinypear-shaped Fabio in less than 24 hours. He nervously laughed to himselfas he crossed the tiled floor, trying to ignore the painful pressure onhis bladder. He reached the toilet and without hesitation, dropped hisbaby blue sweats. Stretching as he began to relieve himself."What the?" was his only response, as a warm sensation trickled down. I gave a quick glance around the room, at all fifty or so empty desks. The final woman leaving the room, she caught my glance and gave me a smile. She has no idea, I thought, fighting a smile. Pursing my lips together I took a deep breath and chapped on the wooden door. Almost immediately I heard his strong voice. "Yes?!" he asked, waiting for me to open the door. I edged it open, my hand tight around the handle, there he was.... "Mia? What are you doing he.." he said, stopping as I.