I'll stop by and pick up your information. Then, I will see what I can do."It was no more than twenty minutes before I pulled into the parking lot. As...I left the car I could tell that it was getting warmer. I suppose I should be thinking about the courtyard, I thought as I pushed through the security gate. I might let the preacher stew a little more, before I agreed to a meeting. Or maybe someone else would come along to put in a price.I didn't even get to ring her bell or knock. Sarah Ellen. The other Courier wore a very short skirt from which her buttocks were perpetually just about to pop out as she moved. Her breasts probably would have done much the same if she’d been better endowed in that department, but she didn’t have very much on top (or nothing to speak of). She wore ineptly applied make-up and her hair was tied in a curiously childish pair of plaits with bright yellow ribbons tied to each. She was very friendly with many of the men and some of the women. One apparently. "Mina checked her watch... 'Lessee ... seven miles ... rush hour ... If she don't get arrested ... six minutes.' "DD is Bill Bigger?" MMMMHMMM!" Fuck! DD ... hum the National Anthem!" Bill's cucumber loved that 'MmmmHmm'!So, while Mina was trying to pull DD off so she could run a yardstick down that thing, DD was dodging and ducking and sucking for all she was worth ... and "Oh Say Can You See" ... without words.Music to Bill's pecker.Ya know ... pecker's the wrong term ... pecker even sounds. I shifted in my seat and fidgeted with a pen I had picked up at some point during the conversation. ‘It’s like this,’ she said, straightening up in her chair and not waiting for my consent to her terms. ‘One of my jobs is processing papers at the Financial Aid office. And I’m not supposed to look at the details, for privacy and all that, but someone had spilled a whole box of folders, and I had to put all the papers back in the right places. And while I was doing that, I saw that one student.