"Thanks babes," I hear myself telling him as I blow out a lovely thickcloud of smoke.I'm more than a little surprised at how easy I'm smoking this cig...retteas I have never smoked in my life but now I find it quite relaxing andeven sexy as well. This is strange, very strange, but also quite nicetoo."Your welcome hun. Now, what would you like to drink my darling?" I hearmy new black friend say to me as his voice cuts into my thoughts. Hesounds so fucking sexy!!!"Oh, I'll have a double vodka. .. he put his hands on my boobies!" It came out in a rush."So, he put his hands on your breasts over your sweater. That's not too bad," I said."No..." she said, looking at the floor."No, he didn't touch your breast or, no, he didn't touch them over your sweater?" I demanded."No, he didn't touch me over my sweater," she said."Then how did he touch you?" I roared.She flinched. "He put his hands under my sweater and touched my little boobies." Over your bra, then, I take it?" I asked.The little. Nothing fancy, just a normal life for a sweet young girl. Sandy hadbecome like a daughter to me. I had seen her grow from a sad little boyinto a vibrant young woman on her way in the world.I look at Sandy and reflect on my own life. She has shown me a qualitythat I am envious of, when she is down, she pulls herself up and doesn'twallow in self pity. I wish I could say the same for myself, the fartherdown I go the more I pity myself and yet from knowing Sandy as I have shehas given me some small. The biggest one was Swordsman of Atlantis, where it seemed no real decision had been reached about what to do with it. Again, if he'd been in the office, it would have been fairly simple to informally find out what the holdup on a decision was and deal with it -- something again much more difficult to do from Bradford. Having Swordsman hanging over his head had been Michelle's main excuse for loading the slush pile on him, so he wouldn't be involved in a larger, harder-to-put-on-hold project if.