” I looked up at her and saw the curiosity in her face. “Now, I want you to call Gingrich’s office and get me a meeting with him as soon as poss...ble. Don’t take no for an answer. It won’t be a long meeting, but I need to meet him soon, and I’ll stay as late as I need to.”“What’s wrong, Congressman Buckman?”I shook my head. “Don’t worry, just get me that meeting. Thanks.”Mindy nodded and left, still mystified. I looked back down at the bio and photo, pondering how this man had wandered back into. "I'm Cal Perkins, and I'm sheriff here, and I do believe that impressive beating you just handed three of our upstanding citizens has earned you a little trip to my jail." For self-defense?" asked Igwanda, unperturbed."'Self-defense?'" the sheriff echoed. "Nigger, I don't think any of those good ol' boys ever laid a glove on you." It's true, sheriff," called Meiersdottir across the apron. She'd deposited Meier in his car seat, where he was whining uncomfortably, and seemed to be fumbling in her. We were high school sweethearts, and we fell into the trap of thinking that we should get married, because it was more romantic. We should have made sure that we were more compatible. I don’t think that we are.’ ‘Well, I just don’t get this. I have been very happy in this marriage, but you haven’t?’ ‘Nope. That’s the problem. We’re too different. You’re happy with missionary-style sex, as long as you get it daily. I’m all for regular sex, but I need variety. I am tired of vanilla.’ ‘Vanilla?. 'We were to pair up to share rooms, so it could have been a lot worse, and there was a kind of large lounge area where we could all meet up. It wasn't exclusively for our use, but it might as well have been as we only saw one guest the whole week we were there. A very special guest, as it happens, but I'll come to that later.“I shared my room with my best friend Carol; we'd always been close, in a best-friend kind of way, but nothing had ever happened between us, if you get my drift. I.