I headed out to the kitchen, got myself a cup of coffee, checked in on Sami and Jo who were finished with Sami’s school work and were now playing a ...ideo game in the living room. Watching Jo was generating a bit of lust in me. Since Sami arrived, I had only gone out maybe two or three times and hadn’t had sex for several months. I sat down with my coffee, looked at the stack of documents, the half-completed report and decided the diversion I needed to restore my ambition and get my thoughts. For example: New York Giants vs. Dallas Cowboys... 2/15/95, 2/17/95, 2/20/95, 2/23/95, 2/24/95, etc. This puzzled me so I went back to John's video library and looked for the football games. I finally found them on the top shelf back in a corner. Every tape on that shelf was listed in the notebook. The only tape listed in the notebook that I didn't find on the shelf was the Detroit Lions vs. Chicago Bears. This was the last game listed in the notebook and there was only one date after that. Pam mentioned this. "Don't you think we should do something about his face, after all, he's dressed like a hooker, shouldn't his face be made up the same way?" Rachel laughed, and they set about transforming my face with very heavy make up. My hair is quite long, so they teased it up to a more feminine style, then, satisfied, they decided I could stay in that outfit for the rest of the night. I was sent into the bedroom for the nail polish. Rachel had no intentions of allowing me to forget the. “Where have you seen this man before?” Marcella asked him.“I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” he sputtered back. “I would remember him.”“Maybe if you looked behind you when you worked at your desk,” the man said softly.Richard’s eyes grew wide. He stepped forward and reached out to touch the man. When his hands gripped something solid, he said, “Plato?”He stood looking confused and then turned to Marcella and asked, “How can a philosopher from two thousand years ago be here with us.