"The problem is that the coppers are looking for us and we can't just stroll down Broadway on the way to check things out. We know that he is meeting ...he U-boats and getting supplies, we just don't know exactly where or how. I need to be there to get the low down on the camp. That's the only way we can make a plan to rub him and the camp out."Mr. Blue thought for a moment then he smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "I got a way to get you there. You see, them fat cats on the Island need. Greg strained to get a better look, daring to open the door just a little bit wider.His daring paid off as every once and a while, he would catch a side glimpse of Marcia’s breasts as she moved the hair dryer back and forth, twisting her body as she moved. At one point, she turned far enough around to present a full, clear view of her right nipple. Greg eagerly noted that it was dark pink, about the size of a quarter with a pencil eraser like stub in the middle.The shower steam that had covered. Then he started to walk, slowly but steadily, to the door."Want me to carry you again?" I asked. But I sensed the negative even without his touching me. He was probably right; I knew that doctors placed a big store on getting post-operative patients moving as early as possible, and with his superior feel for his own body's needs and condition he probably didn't have to be told that. I opened the door and let him out.The porch steps were another matter; when he reached them he looked a bit. Four years and find out blood makes you nauseous and weak. All those premed classes ... all that money ... a useful degree is two more years ... or social work.She took social work. The idea of more school that didn’t work towards the goal ... nope.She applied... “She has a degree. Accept her.”“She’ll never last.”“Nobody does.”“She’s a beauty.”“Buy her a bag of lemons.”“Send her out on that wayward kid report.”“Her clothes are too fancy.”“Send her to Goodwill and give her a $500 dollar.