"Yeah. Say, what are you doing when you finish work? Perhaps I could take you out for a drink?"Paul glared at him and the man visibly paled. "Or maybe...not." He paid for his burger and fries and retreated to one of the bolted-down tables."I hate that the most about working here. When the lowlifes try to pick you up. Why do they try?" Mandy asked in an annoyed tone.Paul looked over at Mandy at the other cash register. "Maybe they get turned on by the uniform."Mandy flashed one of her broad. "I wanted to reach out and squeeze the life out of him but my body wouldn't obey me."Now if you give her to me for this one night not only will she go home with you as an extra bonus I will bestow on you the power of the shadow," he said. "So what's it be?"His white teeth bright in the moonlight as he smiled."Fuck off," I spat, knowing that my Wendy loved me and would never betray me."Your choice," he said and like a puff of smoke he rose to his feet.I felt more than saw them but suddenly half. Then, a week ago, I heard from an acquaintance in Darwin that Gordy had delivered an articulate, impassioned speech at the research centre there — spontaneously. So, we've got this presentable young man, a Ph.D., a CSIRO director, an officer in the Navy, and a PSM wearer who's articulate." And you've wound him about your finger?" asked the programming manager."No way. His wife would tear me to shreds. We've had her on, too, and their little boy." She turned to me. "How's Patrick?" He's fine,. Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welcomes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’ Hmmm… no mention of the reason for the closure: Some unorthodox practices amongst its staff which resulted in a police raid and.