Like right now! My back isn'tkilling me anymore either. And check this out!"I paused for a second and inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled. Itwa... dramatic but I wanted to make sure I got my point across. "I canactually breathe well through my nose. No more fucking sinuses! I know itsounds retarded to get excited over smelling but my nose has always beenterrible. I feel like I can breathe for the first time in my fuckinglife." Language!" Hailey bellowed with my old vocal cords. The hair on. I smiled at my secretary as Ileft my office. She returned the smile and remarked that I was lookingtired and needed a rest.I got into the lift and went up to the top floor, where all themanagement executives have their spacious offices. I made my way toNatasha's office. Her office, like all the other executives, was anoffice within an office. The first office was where her secretary wassituated, along with a few chairs so staff could wait if they had beensummonsed for a meeting. I spoke to. Beery’s. The place has a bumper sticker pasted on the front of the bar that says, “My Son Banged Your Honor Student’s Math Teacher”. That, and the name alone, ought to tell you everything you need to know about the ambience. She loved it.She’s an Australian. So of course she drank beer. It was a Friday. And Mr. Beery’s was rocking. We found a semi quiet place in the back. Nobody noticed us. But of course, there was nothing about either of us to notice, except for the fact that we were both. I'll go up to our old seat andget to know Larissa."The tall new girl towered over Rachael. She was either six feet tall, orclose to it, an unusual height for a girl so young. She also had a bitof a French accent. Rachael chose to speak French with her, and Larissaseemed grateful to be speaking in her native tongue."You will have to be my partner in French class," Rachael said. "Betweenthe two of us we will drive Mrs. Lafleur nuts. Did you just move intotown?" Yes, on the weekend. His company.