"Give me the job. I do right by her." I told him to get me a formal estimate by Friday, but the job was his. We shook on it.When I emerged from the bo...thouse, I saw the first of Jo's grad students. It was one of the six we had delivered to the motel, though her name escaped me. She was arguing strenuously with Mitchell Gilbert. As I walked up, they both turned to me. Rather than settle an argument, this was a time to back up my manager—to a point.I said, "Miss, I do not know the point under. I thought she relaxed after a while, and finally asked me for another cup of coffee. I gave it to her. "Got any sugar, dickhead?"We shifted camp toward the west, because I felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation. She had gotten in the habit of camping in clearings, and for all I knew a satellite could see us. The infra red ones aren't in the Pacific area, so I figured a fire would be okay. We walked for about five hours, to another stream that was further down the mountain, and. Some noticed the lipsticked manwalking towards them and some did not. I really was more concerned aboutwhat was about to happen to me at the salon.We finally arrived at the salon and Annie held the doormen for me. Thesmell hit be at once. Soooo feminine! Annie was right. It was a very bigsalon and there were many, many women in the waiting area and at many ofthe stations, being attended to by, what seemed to be some of the mostbeautiful beauticians/hair stylists and cosmetologists on the. He really couldn’t see much outside, other than a murky darkness that seemed to be everywhere, so he flicked on the cab light. The sudden brightness stung his eyes and for a moment, he squinted and blinked as they adjusted. Slowly, the sting retreated and only then did he truly realize how much trouble he was in. Oh goddamn, I’m under water! Bo may not have understood the physics of water pressure, but then again he wasn’t a man used to making complicated decisions anyway. Sometimes the direct.