Schnell machte Chris einen Screen-Shot und sendete diesen an seine Mail. Er hatte einen perfiden Gedanken.Kurze Zeit später kam Zarifa zurück. Sie t...ug einen schwarzen Rock und Blazer sowie eine weiße Bluse.Als sie sich saß, sagte Chris dass er von ihrer Unterschlagung wusste. Zarifa stammelte: "Woher wissen Sie das?" und Chris erläuterte es ihr."Was haben Sie jetzt vor" stotterte sie."Es ist relativ simpel. Entweder ich gehen mit den Beweisen zur Geschäftsführung. Du fliegst fristlos aus dem. From her posture it looked like I was going to get a lecture on my bad behavior. She had one of those I-am-really-upset-with-you looks on her face. But as I braced for a tongue-lashing, she suddenly asked "Kevin, how often do you masturbate?"That was not a question I was expecting. I remembered how uninhibited she had been in her office, but I was still shocked that she would ask me that. I felt my face turning bright red again. My eyes were focused on the floor in front of me, looking for a. I was all for capitalism, but monopolies like the campus bookstore and the book publishers were where the government ought to step in. The truly sick part was, the bookstore was run by the government, or at least under contract to the government, because Taft was a State school.Clarissa and I both skipped the ‘supplies’ section and after we put our books in our rooms, we walked to Emmerson’s Drugs which had a better selection and significantly lower prices on everything from folders to pencils.. He levered himself upright. "I am drunk," he said in that self-important way some drunks have. "But you have been touched by Them. I know, because I see it in myself." He cocked his head, examining me. "You have the mark of a Goddess on you, lady." He gave a nod, satisfied with that conclusion, and relaxed back against the bundle that had been propping him up."You're a crazy drunk," I said. I tried to pull him to his feet. "Come with me. I'll give you some soup and a place to sleep it off."He.