I went to sleep thinking about locating BEES [(School of) Biological, Earth and Environmental Sciences].Tuesday morning I walked west on Barker Street... crossed Botany Street and located the south wing of the Rupert Myers Building. I walked into a door marked "Research Administration" and was told I should have gone to "Scholarships." There I was re-directed to "Post-Graduate Liaison," where I spent time filling out forms. I then learned that I couldn't complete my registration in BEES before. I’m no dummy, I hold her head so she cab’t get away. I thought the old bat was gonna’ choke on it at first — judging from the gurgling noises comin’ from the back of her throat — but before long she got into the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff, spit- slick pole in and out of her warm, delicate mouth. Once or twice she accidentally bit me, and I had to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked like the pros I usually frequent, and when I. He was cold and looked like he had been crying. I offered to buy him a drink, he looked at me and said, thank you, I will just have what you are drinking. After drinking his beer, I ordered him another beer and asked, if he were all right. Turning to me with tears in his eyes, he told me that his girlfriend had kicked him out of the house after they had gotten into a fight, and that he had no place to go. Ordering a third beer, I asked, what his name was? He told me his name was Darren and. I was tired so I was about to leave. The guy behind the counter must have been bored and started to chat with me. The guy was nice so I was in the place a little longer when a customer came in. This guy looked a little Off. Not sure what made me feel it was time to leave again but I had this Feeling it was time. I do not know how but I got out of there at just the right time. Seems the Local Bible Thumper had gotten the congregation together outside. Along with them was the local News Media..