She’s the mother superior of the convent that raised him.”“Religion and ethics all in one package,” said Doug.“I can help with that, too,”...said the judge. “I’d like to work with Ms. Clarke on her side of things, too.”“What about the military?” asked Jane.“That’s sticky,” I said. “I have an idea, but it’s radical.”“Hit me.”“Did you ever read anything by a guy named Richard Sapir?”“Doesn’t ring a bell.”“I have,” said Doug. “My dad had a bunch of his books. I read them when I was a teenager.”“Tell. There was the usual great battle with all the bedding, but I managed to fight my way free, fleeing the quicksand oblong of the mattress to stumble into the kitchen to get the coffee going. Then I went into the bathroom, and for the time it took my bladder to empty I was transformed into a horse. By some miracle I didn't overflow the bowl. From there I went to my favorite window and opened it before sitting down in the chair. I lit a cigarette and became a machine. I sucked in smoke, the blew it. "She said confidently, "No. We don't really know too many of our immediate neighbors anyway. If anyone did see us, they'd probably just think you're some guy with his girlfriend."He found it very interesting that she was arching her back and thrusting her chest up as she said that, but he didn't ask about it. "Hmmm. You're right. But what if I AM with my girlfriend?" He leaned towards her and said more quietly, but playfully, "What if my mother IS my girlfriend?"Susan literally swooned. Her. ” Heather squeezed Sam’s arm. “And I’ll be dragging you to mine next year.”“Great.” Sam jerked until he became untangled.“Yes, it will be great. You’ll see.” Excitement danced in Heather’s eyes, and a smirk formed on her face before she turned away and entered the club.The moment Sam passed through the slow revolving door, the loud dance music assaulted his ears. He grimaced. While he enjoyed the genre a little bit, it wasn’t his go-to, and the shoddy speakers didn’t help. He continued on.