Cormac’s fresh razor cut would be about three inches large on the projection in the classroom. Both were eager to get out of the presence of the gen...ral and the camera. They knocked their heels together and saluted their flat hands next to their temple. Then, they jogged through the tent flap that served as a door at a casual pace. The corporals behind them stepped forward and bellowed a stout: ‘Ready to take your orders, general.’ Half-hour later, they were sitting in their green camouflage. “But I don’t know if I want to leave Miami just yet.” The two men exchanged business cards and said their goodbyes. Before Jim turned away Steve gave him another Cuban.“Smoke it and think of us,” he said.The couples left each other’s sides for the first time in a week. Jim and Pat went back to their room, got dressed, and set out on their trip back to Florida. They took their time and made it back to Tampa two days later.When they reached their apartment Pat ran inside. She reached the bathroom. I had found out where the Hotel was and parked my car in a long stay car park some distance away and walked the last mile or so to the hotel. I got more and more nervous as I got closer and thought about abandoning the whole idea but the warm feeling in my groin persuaded me to continue. I finally reached the hotel. How could I get to his room inconspicuously? I plucked up courage to go to the desk and asked if “Mr.Simpson” had checked in. The clerk told me he had and asked I wanted him to tell. She was an exotic dancer and struggling student. The blonde sighed loudly but didn’t make a move to leave."Three thousand. My final offer. I have to have this wrapped up by the end of the summer and then I have a paper to present." “Paper? What fucking paper? Look, this is…four thousand, ten days, and it’s a deal but I want guarantees and ground rules. The first of which is that I am not a whore. I’m an exotic dancer.” “I think we’ve established what you are. Now we’re simply negotiating.