Not irrational hope; I realized that the odds were against me,but the questions asked and the postures of the members were nothostile.On the way home ... bought some groceries and celebrated with a six packof Stella Artois rather than my standard Budweiser. Ida couldn't join mefor dinner but I turned the radio up, fried some fish and drank somegood beer.Cleaning up afterwards I stood and looked at myself in the reflectionfrom the window. My plum suit was carefully hung for another day. Now Iwore. "The company needsthe shrinks approval to make a performance offer, and their ongoingsupport until they say the new performer is capable of making workchoices for themselves."After seeing the head doctor three times already Ricky was getting alittle blas? about it as he kind of liked the shrink, and chatteringthrough his fourth session he discovered that the shrink was not anemployee, but a government appointed assessor. He made it perfectlyclear to Ricky when he asked that his roll was to sign. I loved it. She continued and her exhibitionism really came out. She would turn away from me and then fall backwards, waiting for me to catch her. As she did, her legs would fly apart, and the entire room could see her bare cunt. The crowd was watching intensely.Thirst overcame us and we went back to our table. A fresh set of drinks suddenly appeared, and the waitress said it was from one of the tables across the room. I scanned the place then saw a group of locals holding their glasses. Olya tossed and turned through the night, not being able to catch much sleep. She was thinking about Rahul: although he was polite, he was also cold, in contrast to the other people she’d met. It was hard to break through to him, and harder to read him. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing, followed in quick succession by another. She glanced at her watch…it was 530am. What was Rahul doing up so early? She got out of the bed, put on her slippers. She almost.