Why would anybody wear one to Chemistry?Well, it’s just once a week, I figured, and my mother said I sometimes needed to be more forward. “Need a ...artner?”When he looked at me, I saw it. Not something you’d catch if you didn’t yourself know the flash of relief when you realize that you’re not alone. Those who’ve always been chosen wouldn’t understand.“Sure. I mean if you need one,” he answered, as if at this point we’d any choice.“I’m Holly. Holly Rennick,” remembering my manners.“I’m Arthur,”. In any case, it would only take an hour or so to repair the fence after the battle was over, so it was not a big deal. However, the cowboys did seem to think that they had accomplished something, because they sent up a raucous cheer when that much of the fence was pulled out.Jason immediately recognized that he had made a tactical blunder when he had decided to stay inside the house. Had he been on the roof with his Henry rifle, he might well had been able to shoot one or more of the ranch. I found the door and knocked on it lightly. It opened and there stood a hull of a man with a mug that reminded me of the Cheshire Cat had it of found its way out of the rabbit-hole and was employed as a transsexual madam out of drag in the boudoir of a Vegas whore house. He beamed a full smile and, in his trademark pleading tone, welcomed me into his room. The room was bare except for a large T.V. and a bed. I felt immediately gift wrapped in other people’s absentia, intensified by the floral. Not noticing the soft thump against the carpeted floor, the girl turned a page in her book, one leg bent, shoed toe tapping the floor idly.Sweat poured off of the man, he couldn't remember his own name, or where he worked, or where he was. He wanted her, and nothing was going to stand in his way. Panting heavily, the man pulled the door open, its well oiled hinges making no sound, his Armani shoes quiet against the carpeted floor of the reading room.Getting closer, he could smell her untouched.