“Hello,” he answered somewhat in a daze. “Hi, is this Paul?” “Yes.” “Paul it’s Walter from the meeting a few weeks ago. I don’t know...if you remember me but you gave this number to call if I had any problems.” Paul remembered Walter just as he remembered many others who had been to meetings of the Broken Penis Support Group. Paul had come to the realization years ago that his penis was deformed and no good for sex, but he was able to deal with the painful reality by joining this twelve-step. Do what I needed to do and be out of there in less than five minutes.I swung the baton across his face. There was a loud crunch. It was the sound of his jaw breaking. Bringing the weapon back, I forced it across his face a second time. With the second strike, he collapsed over the gate. Jack charged at me, gritting his teeth. I leapt over the gate. Once my feet were back on the ground, I went into a roll, whirling the baton towards the charging goon, smashing it into his kneecap. He went face. Westbrook,” she grated.“I’m sorry, Professor Shaker. I was held up at the daycare. They have a new employee there, and she couldn’t...”“Mr. Westbrook, I want you to be in time. I don’t need flimsy excuses.”“It was an explanation, Ma’am, not an excuse. I apologized too,” Danny answered.“Let’s not split hairs now, Mr. Westbrook. You were late, and I don’t tolerate tardiness!”“Yes, Ma’am. Again, I’m sorry.”“Don’t let it ... Yes, Miss Gunderson?”“Ma’am, three weeks ago, I was late for the same. So I asked him, if he would like to eat in the Hotel’s cafeteria. But, he said no to it. He said, “Why don’t we have dinner in your room and that way we can check out all the presentations, that I have made during the day.” I was fine with it. One after the another..we went through all the presentations but.. he didn’t pleased with my work. I asked him, what was the matter and he said, ” I don’t know how we are going to work things out.The presentations are OK and it’s really good that you have.