It was 1:15 and last call would be in 20 minutes or so. Time for a few more dances and then I could leave watching the relief on all the other bitches...faces as I walked by them. That was the plan at least.That was when he came up to me. I wanted another drink I wasn't quite as gone as I wanted to be. Poor shy bastard sat there stumbling over the words mumbling under his breath afraid of me. It isn't uncommon for guys to lose all confidence in my presence. After what seemed to me an eternity of. I am going back to the target’s residence, to commiserate with the family, and conclude my employment situation. It was not the scenario we had in mind, but satisfactory all the same, I believe.”He listened, then said, “I am aware of my responsibilities in that line, boss, and will deal with it shortly. Goodbye, and good luck with the diamond hunt.”After a long drive, he got back to the Presidential compound, and reported in. He found that the media already had the story of the President’s. Kind of a period piece. Would you mind helping me with background?” She, of course jumped at the idea.As I touched the door knob, though, I stopped and considered another thought. I turned back to her. “Marge, did you find any record of what became of Professor Hardaway?”“Yes, I did.” She moved a couple of the spread-out documents. She picked up what she was looking for. “It was reported locally that about 5 years after the tragedy he was committed to a mental hospital down in Sacramento. It. ..Could he live this life? Beautiful socialite? Pretty and surrounded bypretty... rich and surrounded by rich? Who couldn't?He thought of the modest apartment he and Lois shared, about his job,his secret identity. So bland, so boring, so drab and dull andordinary, pretending to be a reporter on a television station that lostmore viewers by the day. Sure, Superman had excitement, but hiseveryday life? So boring. So ordinary.Why shouldn't his real life be an adventure? Why should he do.