I couldn't tell, and she wouldn't say over the phone, if this was a rejuvenation attempt or a break-up. As I said, we loved each other--but neither of...us were happy. So, as I entered the campus to confront the girl I'd been in love with for three years, I had no idea what was going to happen.Damn it, where was he??It was 3:30 in the afternoon and Ian still wasn't here. Christ, I know it's not the easiest drive from Georgetown, but I really needed to see him. It had been two months since the. Anyway, let's open box number one."We moved "S. Marianas" to the table. I let Henry slit the tape and open the flaps. Right on top was a small booklet, Archaeology of the Marianas Islands by Laura Maud Thompson. "Bernice P. Bishop Museum Bulletin 100, 1932." Wow!" said Henry. "Wow! This is a rarity. I've never seen a copy, only a PDF. The Museum had it reprinted about 40 years ago, but you don't see copies of those, either." Well, we might unpack more; or we might wait till you're looked at the. "If I do not survive, you will return to the cell you came from and the next tiger or bear will do it for me. As long as you obey me and honor me, we will get along fine." Yes, Master. I will not disappoint you. I will be a good woman and a good whore for you. Thank you for rescuing me... twice. Once in the Coliseum and once from it," she said."You can thank me by drawing me a hot bath. I am starting to stiffen up as I always do after a big battle and I need to soak to relieve the sore. Shit! I could come to hate this place real quick-like. Finally, we were left alone, and we both got a couple of hours sleep, not because we needed it, but because we needed to kill the time while we waited for the new day and for life to return to Horner.The next morning, we dressed and checked out of the hotel. Our next step was to look for a job. We bought a newspaper and looked at the help wanted ads. There was very little there, and what there was, was for very menial jobs that I thought.