But then I thought about that world, and I actually missed it.I wished the a/c was working, and suddenly there was the familiar humand a cool breeze...on my face.My phone rang, and I could see from the number it was Randy. This wasthe Baseline. This is when it all started. Baseline was his fail-safe,essentially a re-boot of reality from a previous spot. So I thought fora minute.....Then I picked up. "Hey Randy, what's up?" Well, I'm a bit bummed. I'd been working on an experiment for a. They'd talked about what needed to be done in the next few days most of the way back from the Gulf Coast, and they couldn't help talking about it some more. Obviously, the first thing on their list was to see Gerjevic as soon as they could get an appointment in the morning, and anything to do with preparing for the auction was going to have to take priority over other things. But they'd also agreed that a high priority was to get everything possible out of the motor home to prepare it for a. Learn something new. Do something positive. That’s the kind of man I am. It took me a long time to realize that most people aren’t like me. They do not strive to be better. They are content just to survive. They don’t strive for self-improvement. The world is teeming with men and women who fall into this category. For lack of a better term, I will call them parasites. A parasite is a person who feeds off the strength, intelligence, talent, resourcefulness and varied abilities of others. Let’s. I scope up my chips and stuff them into my little clutch purse. I can cash them in any time. Right now, I’m on a mission. Mr. Hottie disappeared in the general direction of the elevator. He must be heading back to his room. I take an alternate route so it doesn’t look like I’m following him but head in the same general direction. I check my appearance in one of the mirrored pillars as I walk by. I straighten my little red dress, and tuck a stray hair behind my ear. I knew this dress would.