Some idiot asked Iris, the prostitute, why she had shot Joe, and she protested that she had not been the one to shoot him. She said some midget had ru... into the room and shot the bastard when he had tried to cut her tit off. If she ever saw that midget again, she would give him free dunks any time he asked; in fact, out of gratitude, she might ask him. Iris asked how the hell she could have shot Joe, since his brains were over her head and her arms were not long enough to shoot him from behind. “You will still be a leader to your groups, as I have said before when you all joined this camp. I don’t want to disturb your leadership in anyway, but by the same token I will not let your troubles effect this camp. In addition, I will be trying to encourage my ladies to assist but not get involved in the affairs of other groups. The women have their own little power groups amongst themselves. I want all of us men, myself included, not to bother these women about their business. I will not. I knocked on the door to Aleem’s office, wondering why I knocked this time but nevertheless waiting for his approval to enter. Anxiety was taking over and I fidgeted in front of the door, stroking my nails, leaning on one leg and bouncing the other foot. I heard Aleem say in his deep voice ‘Come in’ and I felt somewhat better. As I entered the office, Aleem smiled whimsically, amused that I knocked. He took off his glasses, rolled his chair away from his desk, stood up and walked over to meet. " Well , well, well , what a surprise ! Mister Carson ! Late again i see . But wait, i think it your third time this week ! You know what this means? " ' Stay in detention' , yeah , yeah i got it! Can i go , principal Johnson?" Yes, sure. See you after the bell. "Johnson love to see you fuck up. He hates you. Probably since day one.So, you walk to the Math class, and open the door. The teacher his....well , teaching. He barely notice you, so you keep your way to your chair.The class is made.