She was worried about his protection as well because it was a situation that could go downhill very fast if the press got a hold of it and the other p...rty did some opposition research that would stain the Senator’s reputation in an election year.We met in the buffet basement of the Luxor and she passed out the tickets to my study partners. They were furnished by her Uncle Tony and there was no doubt it had the best buffet in town. The study session went well and they all left feeling that they. I remember that afternoon. My stomach knotted as though I was going to throw up. I felt a lead weight on my heart. Mostly, I felt despair. Fucked up again. The evidence was quite clear. "Clear," in fact, described the result perfectly. Virtually no detail at all in the negatives. Nothing. Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's. “Excuse me, can you tell me what time it is please.” His voice is surprisingly soft, and gentle, but definitely full of confidence. Shame it’s delivering such a lame line. “It’s just before six o’clock.” He nods in acknowledgment and then smiles. As he moves his arm I can see that he is wearing a watch anyway. Oh yes, this guy is definitely coming on to me. What a cheek! From the fleeting glance I see he has a quite beautiful face, fresh looking olive skin, pouting lips and huge brown eyes. He. Finally, two a.m. rolled around and Manny announced, "Nobody is gonna make a killing tonight -- let's look at the numbers."LaRue wasn't ready, so we agreed to an additional half-hour -- during which it became REALLY CLEAR who the big loser was going to be. At two-thirty, Manny eyed him and said, "Now?" Yeah, okay. How are we gonna do things?" LaRue asked. Usually, among the three of them, the big loser paid the big winner and the middle guy walked away; now, however, there were four of us --.