He took his notebook and opened it. The draft was not there."Gad," he snarled, "but this is a bit too thick!"And, at the same time, he remembered clea...ly that, when he was telephoning to Mazeroux in the morning, the notebook was in the pocket of his overcoat and that he had left his overcoat on a chair near the telephone box. Now, at that moment, Mlle. Levasseur, for no reason, was roaming about the study. What was she doing there?"Oh, the play-actress!" thought Perenna, raging within himself.. Unlike myself, Wendy was still a virgin…and I had actually fucked Mark a couple of times, hoping it would help keep him with Wendy, since he sometimes got frustrated with her not having sex with him. I also recognized Greg and Eric from school as well. But there were three older men I had no idea who they were and a slightly older woman as well. I found out later in the evening that they were Dan, Sam, Cort, and Mary. Once we all had a fairly good buzz going, we gathered ourselves up and headed. How proud I was. How accomplished I felt. And how natural thatfelt - making decisions, ordering my team to do my bidding, taking onthat responsibilty, achieving that success. Being fulfilled. Beingpowerful. God, I did like that feeling. This was the masculine sense ofaccomplishment that Mike was talking about. And now I was feeling thatnow.... This must have been what Mike had felt before but now it seemedhe had found something better. Mike was trying to make me understand thathe was now. She knew how they would react, and she was afraid that it would be the same now.But Greg had had enough. Adam was leaning over Greg with his hand on the table. Before any of the interlopers could react, Greg grabbed Adam's hand, twisted it as he stood and put the bully on the floor. His foot was on Adam's throat and there was fear in the bully's eyes now."Now listen, you moron. I have put up with a lot from you and your goons for a long time. I don't like violence, but by messing with my.