Almost anyone who was qualified to attend already knew about New Man U. For the rest, the University preferred to maintain a low profile. Of course, a...ong academic circles, New Man U. was already at the top of the heap. That was what Emma had counted on when planning a news conference. Helen knocked once on Emma’s office door and then walked in. Emma was sitting at her desk with her feet propped up and her eyes closed. She had obviously been daydreaming. As soon as she heard the door close her. I was fascinated by the shop. It was full of interesting people and full to the brim in just about every corner with all sorts of amazing piercing and tattoo paraphernalia. Every inch of vertical space seemed covered with pictures of tattoos and there were cases full of body jewelry. I checked in and was called right away for my appointment. The putative Raul remembered us. I had chosen rings instead of the barbells Rae had and already knew the rings I wanted. My artist, the proper term for. But at the same time it was nice to feel like a real woman for a change, instead of just being a co-worker and one of the guys. Finally one morning, Scott came on an unexpected visit and sat down in her visiting chair. She was feeling slightly unsure about how to handle the situation, but he seemed his usual professional self. ‘You know that project I sent you?’ ‘The logging feature? Yes, I’ve read through it,’ she said as he nodded. ‘Good. I want you to work with me on the project.’ She was. This stuff of shooting over and over -- well, it takes a little music to get it out of my system."Thursdays were still a good day, though, Blake realized. That was the day that the Spearfish Lake Record-Herald arrived by next-day air, and everything came to a screeching halt while Jenny pored through it. Though she still read every word, Blake noticed that she really gave close attention to the real estate ads. "You haven't given up on going back, have you?" he asked one Thursday.