A few years ago somemagazine called it spring break for bikers. Damn, one year, the lastyear I went, one of the really raunchy bars, The Boot Hill Sal...on, had aLatte stand. I got sick of it and stopped going." Coleslaw wrestling? Women flashing tits?" she asked with surprise."Yeah," I said after a sip of wine. "It's become quite sophomoric." In jail some girls would flash them to get favors and stuff, but I?."Her voice trailed off. What's sophomoric?" Crude, ignorant," I snorted. "Hate it. I. I'm the next O.J." He guffawed. " Not that I'm doing all that bad now. I do really have a sports car, by the way." Oh, what do you have?" A new Z." James bragged vociferously on the automatic climate control, analog gauges, drive computer, three-spoke steering wheel and Bose sound system. Then he elaborated on the DVD-based navigation system which made asking for directions a moot point. I'm sure now I looked at least a little impressed. "Would you like do go for ride? Maybe in the wooded. True, there were a limited number of immature altar boys on the premises from time to time but they were so smitten with awe and respect that any thought of inappropriate actions never crossed their minds.The previous violations of the vow of chastity were prominently displayed in written recordings on the main hallway and were required reading for the young sisters as they walked to and fro to recite their prayers of contrition for any sin of thought that might cross their mind in a moment of. Thanks for the lift!"Sarah put her key in lock, smiled and kissed Alan's cheek, then turned the key and stepped inside.2.2The text message from Sarah just said: Hi Honey! Can you ring me? Alan rang back straight away."—Thanks, Sweetie! I was wondering if you'd be able to give me a lift to my Dance Aerobics class this evening. I know it's short notice and I'll get a cab if you're busy." —No, that should be okay! What time?" —Brilliant! Say, seven o'clock. Thank you—you're a star!"Alan Ayre went.