"Speaking of pictures," Gloria told Haley between test shots with the new camera, and she explained that to gain membership to the Asshole Club, girls...in her sister's sorority had to submit asshole pictures. But it was a joke, sort of, Gloria said. Almost all the girls submitted photographs of George Bush. One of them submitted Donald Rumsfeld."Pretty funny, huh?" Gloria said to Haley."But how did they know not to send in pictures of real assholes?" Haley wanted to know.Gloria shrugged. "A. Simply put, he was a soldier and when they met that night in Central America, he was a soldier that had become disillusioned by governments. After they accepted each other, more than the soldier, Hein appreciated the man who was the soldier. So, he stood just inside the closed door and allowed him to push his concern back onto him. He was the only one so far who would.“It has been … so fast …”Chris put both of his strong hands on his boss’ shoulders, causing the man to look up. “Only because. She pulled my face to hers and we kissed with a tenderness that could have melted any glacier. Her breath was warm on my face, I slid my hands under her shirt and hugged her skin, I rolled on top of her and just looked down at her beaming freckled face. Her eyes looked puffy and red, I noticed tears growing inside them.“What's wrong?” I asked. She shook her head and smiled.“I just thought that maybe after you over and you got off, that you would just freak out and hate me. Then you would just. Just bloodied. I was bruised. I was going to have a hell of a black eye very shortly. I got painkillers.By the time he got done-he checked Missy's nipple, too, that was also just bruised-it was time for second period. Missy and I both had English. We walked in together and people just stared at us. Honestly, I don't think too many people were thrilled with me. It was insane. It was like mob rule had taken over the school. Everyone just wanted to see Missy hurt, and that was all that mattered.I.