I follow where you lead, stopping when you tell me to. The room is well appointed, with a king sized bed, a desk and rolling chair and an upholstered ...ounge chair. On the opposite wall from the bed is a short bureau with a large, flat screen T.V. on it. You leave me standing at the lower corner of the bed, then walk to the lounge chair. With careless strength, you drag the chair and place it so that it sits between the bed and the bureau, facing the bed. Then you turn back to me, your eyes. “That’s great. I guess there are going to be lots of industry people there.”“Uh huh”“It’ll be good for your career.”“Definitely.”“How did... how did you get invited?” You hope that doesn’t seem like too cruel a question, but it doesn't quite make sense that she's getting this opportunity at this point.“I guess some producer saw my commercial and really wants me to come.” She shrugs. “I’ll need a dress.”Still feeling a bit suspicious, the next day at work you ask your friend Mac about it. “Ever. " Azaka told her flatly. Glancing Hero's direction."We found him with the cabbit." He paused, waiting dutifully."Shall I get rid of him?" Azaka then asked after a few moments during which the queen attempted to regain her composure."No" She said with obvious effort. "Let him speak." Thus prompted Azaka looked to Kamadaki and nodded. Noting the gestures, Hero immediately shouldered past, casting an angry glance Kamadaki's direction."Thank you your majesty!" Hero gasped. "Forgive my rude behavior. Now, let’s get back to work. These note cards aren’t going to magically fill themselves then are they? Here, see what you can make of this speech by Senator Fullbright.”Jim felt great. He really liked Sarah Jane. The cheerleaders were all about sex – none of them would be classified as a girlfriend. He and Janet had become fuck-buddies, but there was no real relationship there. A senior does NOT go steady with a Sophomore, no matter how many interceptions he gets in a season.The week flew by..