" Sharon said as she exhaled a long thin stream of smoke from her lips. "Lotsof men have small dicks, that doesn't make them any less of a man…ordoe... it?" "She knows it's small Honey, I just want to prove how small it is. It's allin fun. I just want to have a little fun. Please, for me? She won't tell anyone,will you?" She turned to Sharon for a response. "Of course not, it's just between us girls." She looked up over her glasseswith a wicked smile. "All three of us!" Loren blushed again. We smoked some joints and ate some ice cream. We were playing some old Bollywood songs.The neon lights reacting to the music were really hitting hard. We did all sorts of crazy stuff, being high like had staring contests, laughed our guts out. I’m generally a person who wants to relax after smoking. But being around Shweta was really fun.After a while of such bullshit, the song changed to a romantic song. We were dancing on the bed on the previous song, me on my knees and Shweta standing. As. The fate of the whole world rides on your shoulders.“I am about to die. I have struggled to stay alive this long so that I could pass the word along to you. Please leave me now so that I may die in peace, knowing that I have done the bidding of the Great Spirit. Goodby my friends, and may the Great Spirit preserve you.”The old man struggled to his feet and made his way to a cot at one side of the room. He took off his headdress and lay down. As far as we could tell, he died the moment he laid. I'm the corporation's executive "fixer." I travel to whichever regional location needs me, spend a few weeks straightening things out (usually after we've just fired an executive, or when one pulls the old "screw you" resignation and joins a competitor without giving notice).In this situation, it had been the former: Simmons had so bollixed up the operations of the Upper Midwest Region that they had sent me out with his final paycheck and a job to do.I had become the fixer through a meteoric.