My thick janitor uniformfelt awfully sticky with my non-stopping perspiration.Finally, I arrived at my safe haven in the form of anair-conditioned tin... little room that had a mini-fridge, whichwas loaded with ice-cool beers. I carelessly threw my big, heavybunch of keys on the table and headed straight for mywell-deserved prize, a can of throat smoothening Heineken.I slumped into my armchair, straightened my aching legs on thetable and enjoyed the cool breeze from the air-conditioner.Then, I. “Three and a half years to go?” asked Jerry.“Three. I’ve already signed up for summer school,” replied Martin. He had investigated exactly how many courses he had to take to get a degree in business and plotted out how he could graduate in the least amount of time possible.“Ah, that’s good,” replied Jerry. He was pleased with how hard Martin was working on his education. Part of the agreement for the special part-time employment was to maintain a 3.0 or better. Martin was definitely doing. “I am sorry,” his deep gray eyes twinkled as he smiled at me. “May I still take you out to dinner?” He still held his hand out to me, it looked strong, yet gentle. “Yes,” I said grasping his hand. Warmth exploded throughout my body at this first touch. Once again I was stunned into silence as he took his seat across from me. The date progressed pretty smoothly. I could tell by his appreciative looks and suggestive jokes that he found me just as attractive as I found him. After dinner we left in. Nick of course had gotten away because he was too intimidating to be stopped by a few scared people."I didn't want to wait alone. I hate hospitals and I fear for her", Georgia explained and touched his hand gently. "What's the matter with you? You don't look so well"."I'm just tired", he replied hoping that she would believe his pathetic excuse. "I was rehearsing with the guys when you called and I need some sleep"."James I'm sorry for forcing you to keep me company. I didn't know who else to.