Après une longue campagne présidentielle, tous les candidats s’étaient discrédités, s’évertuant à travers leurs outrages, leur bêtise et l...ur incompétence à se montrer indigne de la fonction suprême. Quant au président actuel, personne n’aurait l’idée saugrenue de le réélire.Le soir du premier tour à 20h, les résultats tombèrent : 90% des bulletins étaient blanc et le taux de participation de 10%. Impossible d’organiser un second tour dans ces conditions, quiconque serait élu sur de telles. “It’s all for the better. Everyone’s got to find their own type. It always works out better that way. Now, take Bonnie; she’s Cal’s type.”Bonnie was the third waitress who worked at the Bluebird, eight years younger than Roxie. She’d worked the morning shift with Millie.“So you’ve said many times,” Roxie snapped. “Don’t be so sure. Bonnie wouldn’t know what to do with a man.”Millie had that satisfied smirk on her face.“That makes two of ‘em. Cal wouldn’t know what to do with a woman.”Roxie was. "So, we meet again," I said cheerfully. The bitch glared at me. It was becoming a habit with her."Please stop coming here, Michael," Gayle begged."It's the only place I know I can see you," I said reasonably. "You won't meet me anyplace else." My boss is beginning to notice you hanging around. You don't want me to get fired, do you?" Of course not," I replied. I noticed she still ignored my not too veiled suggestion that we meet elsewhere. I was about to make a more lewd suggestion when the. Once the boat was secured to the mooring, I made sure everything was stowed properly, I locked things up, and took the dinghy back to the club deck, where Lisa was waiting for me. We were both rather despondent on the drive home, it was a disappointing end to the race.A few days later I had a call from Mick Lee, he was up in Coffs and had heard we had pulled out, and he wanted to know the details. I told him about the main ripping, the seam along the upper batten pocket giving way.“Fuck! I’m.