Melanie had always considered the working classes to exist for her use; waiters, drivers, shopgirls, playthings, they were all the same to her. She tu...ned to the waiter and ordered him, ‘fetch me the maitre d’.’‘At once Madame,’ he stated with a curt bow before departing. Within a minute the Maitre D’ was at the table, ‘may I be of assistance Madame?’ he asked in an obsequious tone.‘Yes,’ replied Melanie firmly, ‘you see that boy dancing shirtless?’Peering over the balcony the Maitre d’. " What do you want to do now?" I asked her with disappointment in my voice. Her mother had sold her house and moved out of town the previous summer, so we had lost our safe spot for town-festival sex."Don't worry, I'm ready to go," she purred seductively. "Just drive out towards Fort Champion. We can always find a little drive-off where they conduct combat drills. And the van seats fold down." Are you crazy? If we get caught it's a federal offense!!" I practically shouted, amazed that my. ..?No, no ?me interrumpi??. Ya no tienes tiempo. Venga, tenemos que ir ala peluquer?a.?Pero... Pero... ?Me muero de hambre!Sin embargo, ya me hab?a vuelto a poner en pie, alej?ndome de labandeja.?Ya ser? menos... ?Venga perezosa, que han pasado tus quince minutos!??Hasta luego, Laura! ?me dijo la mujer en que se hab?a convertido micompa?ero de examen con una sonrisa un poco burlesca?. ?Hasta lapr?xima!?Adios... ?me desped? con apenas un suspiro de mis labios fruncidos.Isabel y yo, caminando. Seven Devil Seven sat in a lounge chair across from the Mexia post office. It wasn't really a name, but it was the closest he had--a self-chosen nickname derived from his agent number, 76667. Coincidentally, or perhaps by fate, the ZIP code of the city in which he now relaxed was exactly the same. He'd come here without orders--without permission, to be perfectly honest--in anticipation of the moment when The General would wise up and stop repeating the tired routine of using the crappiest.