"Erm... I had to do it, he is a Major. I really had no choice. You do understand that, don't cha?Hawkeye tried to explain to Radar. "Can you imagine i... Frank Burns won the contest? He would either have us all arrested, or, God forbid, he would spend a fun-filled weekend with Klinger and the poor boy, Klinger I mean, would never be the same." Hold on Hawk, give Radar a break." Trapper moved closer to Hawkeye and whispered, "We are going to fix the contest, right?" Of course, Frank doesn't stand. Then it was down a few floors to the School of Mathematics, where we got copies of the course outline and textbook list for the three subjects that I would be taking.“Well, that’s got everything done,” she said. “Now we just have to take these across to the student admin offices, and that’s it.”We walked across the Library lawn to the chancellery building, where she led the way to the student records area. In one room, where it appeared she used to work and knew all the people, she gave them. The table seats twenty. Looking like the Goodyear blimp in a tuxedo, I was at the head of the table. Looking as pure as Botticelli’s Venus Rising From the Sea, wearing a peach colored silk Versace sheath, which left her lovely shoulders bare, Lynn sat at the other end. On her immediate left was a National Book Award winning female novelist, to her right was one of the better known major network Washington correspondents, who had let a rival cover a Presidential visit to the Middle East rather. ’A smiley face was her reward.She went back to her show for the next fifteen minutes. During this time, she finished her five- play and played two commercials and one public service announcement. She was telling a funny story that was just emailed to her when she heard the messenger click again. She finished up the story and started a song to play before she turned to the computer.‘What’s your favorite color,’ he asked.“Emerald green and don’t laugh,’ she sent back.‘LOL,’ came back.Then,.