Simple, medium, average, that’s me. I walked out of the airport, looked left, right, up, and off into the future. No one stuck me as dangerous. I j...mped into a taxi. ‘Where you going?’ a gruff New York accent greeted me. ‘Times Square’ I replied, and rode the rest of the trip in silence. Look behind me, look to the right, check number plates. I barely even noticed doing it. This was my job, notice things, avoid danger, stay safe, stay alive. I got at Times Square and immediately blended in. I. Then without even a word and using only a double twirl of his wrist that set his upwardly pointing index finger circling until a whip like gesture of his dialing-digit steered the two women down the stairs and onto the plinth of his scholastic forum. Descending the theater’s set of precipitous steps in such a vaguely lighted fashion proved a complicated exploit without any safety precautions afforded from banisters. The self-conscious descent by the long-limbed famine brace become disturbingly. No longer was this dance for the one paycheque, it was now for redeeming her dignity and getting her place back and her future paycheques back. She now danced for him and she would do whatever was necessary to make a good living. Her blue eyes staring into his, she spun around the pole. Her gymnastics coming in handy with the difficult moves around the pole. Coming down from the pole she slowly undid the buttons of her babydoll, letting it fall to the floor. Now she was only in her lace. "Jim smiled as he realized how his mother was looking after Hildy's interests."Women sure stick up for each other after they've been shopping together." I'm not sure what she's got on her mind," Jim said. "I was about to call her, anyway." She says it's important," his mother said."Well, I know she's not pregnant."Jim dialed the number at Hildy's parents' house. To his surprise Hildy answered.Hildy: "We've got to talk—tonight—can you come out here right now?"Jim: "Sure, Hildy. I was going.