"Jimmy looked dejected. "Ok, Coach," he said. "No more hazing."Even as he said it, Mike didn't believe it. All part of the tradition, he thought. All ...art of the tradition.Office time dragged on again. Mike's daughter was displeased with having been called a slut, something he denied having said. It was a classy move on his ex-wife's part, passing that little slip back to the kid. A sobbing phone call'd turned into surrender, and he'd agreed to pay her rent with money he didn't actually have.. He held his heart like he was having a stroke, but his smile told me he was joking. He loved it. And with that, the fourth song ended. Wow, where did the time go, I was having so much fun. But reality set in, I?m naked on stage in a room full of strangers. Cover up and get off the stage. But I just sat their letting this sink in. I might as well get dressed here on stage too, like the second girl did.Then I heard the DJ ask, ?Does the audience want an encore?? And with that the crowd. I also told her not to change things around without asking me first. I told her to bring some cold water for me and she obeyed my order. After giving me water she went back to the kitchen and asked me about the dishes there. I thought I should bring some plates and glasses for Jhanky but I hadn’t so she could use the old ones and I could bring some new for myself. After drinking the water I asked her bring some apple juice for me. She did, then sat near me on the sofa. We started chatting. “Claire, who’s the guy at Reception in the blue suit?”Claire, the office manager, barely glanced up from her computer terminal.“James Foster. He’s joining Craig’s team.”“Who am I getting?”“Chloe McDonald. She comes highly recommended.”Emily leant in closer, grinning conspiratorially.“Can you switch them, please? Pretty please?”Claire looked at her, smirked and tapped her keyboard. “Done. But you owe me one.”Emily smiled and mouthed, ‘Thanks’ then went back to her corner office and rearranged.