He made his way along the corridors through force of habit; he threw aside his magisterial robe, not out of deference to etiquette, but because it was...an unbearable burden, a veritable garb of Nessus, insatiate in torture. Having staggered as far as the Rue Dauphine, he perceived his carriage, awoke his sleeping coachman by opening the door himself, threw himself on the cushions, and pointed towards the Faubourg Saint-Honore; the carriage drove on. The weight of his fallen fortunes seemed. Katherine had begun to feel bad because of Max and the dark world he was pulling her into. She was weakening from the repeated nights of alcohol, sex, and drugs, and her work performance was going down. Max had been good at covering up all of her mistakes so that no eyebrows would be raised on the higher floors of the building. She was getting desperate, and saw David as a white knight who had come on a divine mission to rescue her life.Quickly she latched onto David, making work-related. Wowzers! Eventhrough my swollen eyes, pain-filled fog and thick bandages around mychest I knew that they had to be at least 40 Ds. I was thrilled at thisthought. After all, anatomy IS destiny! ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzThree weeks passed and with a bit more makeup than usual to cover some ofmy surgical bruising, I was able to return to the Turbulence Club lookingprettier than ever. The "oohs" and "ahhs" from everyone lifted my spiritsand I so loved having my 42 DDs greet everyone before I did. I could. At the far end of the room with a full bar that you could walk behind with bar chairs and everything. Jeff returned with three crystal rocks glasses and a bottle of Maker’s Mark, Jake’s favorite.“Know it’s a little early for drinking,” he said as he poured an inch of amber liquid in each glass and passed them out. “But, here’s to Jake. May he live on in our memories.”“To Jake.” Regina and I replied in unison. We tossed down our whiskey in a single gulp.We sat in silence. None of felt the need.