Your moral support is all the help I need."May 16, 1986Execution of the plan happened two days later. I had to wait until evening to hear the story."I...think we nipped this one in the bud," said a happy and relieved Inez upon arriving home."Tell me what happened." Well, you know that Valerie and Jason called for a voluntary, informal group meeting among the students in the graduate psychology department. It was well attended. Guess what? Victor didn't show up. He knew full well what the meeting. "I thought you would have pictures..." she whined."Well, we will. But you have to decide which ones you want. I couldn't print all 400 of these. It would cost a fortune!" I told her. "Now you look through the contact sheets and decide which ones you want. Then I can blow them up to 4 by 6 or 8 by 10 or whatever you want." Oh," she said. "I just thought..." Yeah," I interrupted. "You thought this was FotoMat, and you'd get double prints and everything." Sorry," she replied. "Guess I'm just a. Slender, kind of weaselly-looking. Pencil mustache that compliments the dyed-black combover. Which is rarely seen because he rarely removes his leather English racing cap.JK orders 18-year-old Jameson Reserve Irish Whiskey, specifying the vintage, the brand, the adjectives. “With Dr. Pepper. And olives.”I have iced tea, unsweetened.JK leans across the table to me. Lowers his voice, which is sort of a good thing, since it’s kind of ... weaselly. “Listen, sugar, it’s a thou up front.”He grins,. Not that they actually do it, but they think about it, is that true?"I should have known that Cindy would be at the bottom of something as idiotic as that question. Cindy and her husband Ralph were our next door neighbors. They had moved in a year ago and Fran and Cindy had become fast friends. Ralph was a nice enough guy, but if you looked up the definition of the word "slut" in the dictionary you would probably find a picture of Cindy next to it. I did not have certain knowledge of Cindy's.