You were dead on. I've still got plans." Right. I've got to go and call Maggie next." Congratulations again."I then called Maggie. After the congratul...tions, she offered some advice: "Over the next few weeks, go visit the Deputy Vice Chancellor for Research at Edith Cowan and the Provost at Notre Dame. Try to get to the two CSIRO things at Curtin — minerals and energy and applied psychology. You ought to talk to someone at Murdoch, too. But I have no idea who that might be. Once you've met. Martinez threw a lot of money at Ramon. His whole being was hurting from what he was hearing. Did he regard him as a whore that he could use any time? All this threats he was making made shivers run down his spine that he even felt weak. This was the day that Mr. Martinez would probably rape him."You can have it all but I must fuck you today." Mr. Martinez shouted.Another threat and he found himself heading for the door when Mr. Martinez grabbed his arm painfully."Didn't you hear me?" He said. "Explain the Studebaker, the wonderful, beautiful golden Avanti," he asked, once they were back on Route 15."Can't. He's got a thing about some cars. Had one of those beautiful Raymond Lowey coupes, a '54 I think, when I was learning to drive. Fine car. But he sold that to buy the Avanti. You ought to see the size of the engine in that thing, almost five liters I think." And the MG?" Oh, he's had that for years, just a toy. It seldom runs. He's always doing something to it. Right now the head's. Me, well if I had kept my nose clean, I could of gone free when I was 21. But I was young, and stupid, and full of myself. Bubba was in for robbing a liqueur store and killing an old colored man who he ran into as he was leaving. It was Bubba's fault that he ran into the old man. Knocked the old fella right on his keester too. But Bubba didn't care. He shot him dead anyway. A 12 gauge Mossberg, fired into a man's face, from point blank range, tends to do that. Least ways when it is loaded with.