An older man pushed himself through the crowd andstopped before my table."Are you the fickle genie?" People call me that," I replied."I wish there was...a woman in my companies building who could finally cooksome decent coffee. The stuff my secretaries brew is abysmal."I sighed. Heavily. This is the stuff I have to deal with day after day.Can a wish be any more mundane and stupid? Maybe it was the last twoclients and their sob stories, but I actually gave the man a moment of mytime.Through the. "I assume the classic ballet stance and pirouette."Arabesque position,"I comply. A little tough with no time to really stretch."Pile'."I switch, a little clumsily to the new position,"Fouett?."I spin and try to gracefully switch my weight.Headmistress Saxon interjects her opinion, "sie's classically trained ofcourse, a little more athletic, than graceful, but a definite contributorto the Corps de ballet, sie's just not going to be the Coryph?e.Although you know my theory, ballet reveals the. "I sleep in the nude. Does that bother you Sam? I mean you got a dick and I got a dick. Not like we haven't got the same parts!" Again Joe began to laugh. Drunk folks always think they are funny! "But if I'm gonna be naked, so do you!" OK" I said as I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. All I had left was my briefs."What the FUCK!" Joe said. "I didn't know you were so ripped!" Well I do work in a gym Joe" I told him as I lowered my briefs revealing my dick."Damn Sam. How big is that. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night I came back. I didn’t know what to say to him. He had been over at the house practically everyday for the past two weeks. I would hide out in my room until he had left. Sometimes taking John with him, sometimes alone. After about the first week, I was sitting in my window seat looking down at the driveway. Hawk stood next to his car, looking up at me. He knew I was there but made no sign, instead he sighed. His words drifting up to me. ‘Why won’t she talk.