’ He took a lengthy drag with a deep inhale then slowly exhaled with a drawn out huff of annoyance. There was a little glimmer of hope for a minute...that he just might receive complete freedom with his creativity. His eyes glanced at the unused canvas perched on the easel then returned to her. Another drag, he agreed, ‘Fine.’ Widely she smiled up at him. He stepped to the side of the bed and stated, ‘First a warm up, hmm?’ He maneuvered onto the bed behind her, set the ashtray down beside. They were in the penthouse suite of a 106-floor building, not an inexpensive place to live.Over the past two years, Holland Campbell had regained his old magic. He was richer than ever and it appeared that the sky was the limit. At least that's what everyone in the computer industry thought. His new alliance with the Chinese Hegemony had led to all sorts of new and brilliant programs.In some ways, his mojo had returned; her name was Miriam Garcia. She was the brains behind his inspiration,. We would have a few drinks to loosen up and meet a couple of his friends.We got to the first bar, it's in a little old time building and it's called 'Doc's', with neon beer ads all over the front of it and a big wooden door propped open. You can hear the band playing, southern rock, my favorite.Inside it's a little crowded, mainly bikers, but not what you'd expect from a biker bar, everyone was pretty calm, drunk, but having a great time. We went to a back table by the pool tables, where a. Green and that I was spending the summer with him. I also told him how sorry I was. He said that he knew my Mr. Green and that he would give him a call. I dreaded my drive back to Mr. Green's farmhouse. I knew he would probably punish me for this, but since I was eighteen years old and a grown woman, I thought that I would probably be unable to drive for the rest of my stay there. When I drove down the dirt road to his farmhouse, he was standing there with a very mad look on his face. "I.