“I’ve managed to find you lodgings” she said in an almost apologetic voice, “You’ll just have to try them until we may be possibly able to f...nd you somewhere else”. She handed me a piece of paper, with an address, “She’ll be expecting you this afternoon. The boss says it’s O.K to leave early and get yourself sorted”, she informed me. Well that didn’t sound too promising but beggers can’t be choosers.I got Sam to get me a cab, gave the driver the address and headed off, with what belongings I. I’m starved.”She nodded.Dressed, we scurried out of the restroom, we ran into Dean Washington. My girlfriend gasped, grasping my hand. Dean Washington hadn’t seen us come out of the bathroom. She was a half-second too late. But she still had this speculative look in her eyes. A smile played on her lips. I winked at her. The Black woman’s grin grew.“Dating Wendy, are you?” she asked, her eyes flicking up and down my girlfriend’s body.“Yes,” I said. “She’s a. "He insulted my wife. I take that from no one; be he man, god, or demon," I said sourly."I understand, but with the exception of his asking you to be an ambassador, there was more information that you could have gotten from him," Vostich told me with a heavy sigh.I nodded. "Sure. I understand. It was just that his statement to my wife enraged me. I took what I deemed appropriate action," I said, folding my arms across my chest."Vostich? If you would be so kind, could you strengthen and add to. The bright lights attack my eyes and make me squint behind my glasses as they create a glare on them. Everyone here has their earphones in already, and are singing along to the music they're hearing just as I'm about to. I look around and notice that Trixie isn't here yet, but it's not unusual. She hates coming to practice even a minute earlier than she has to. I make my way over to a corner, right in front of one of the many floor-to-ceiling mirrors so that I can properly monitor my posture.