"Come here Jon" I said "Yes, Ms. Kelly?" Jon asked "Hows the project coming along?" I asked "Its going good...I think. Im struggling to come up wit... some ideas though." He said "Oh yea? I could help you with it if you want, Im free tomorrow night. Would you like to come over to my house?" I asked. He just stood there. I could see him starting to shake nervously. I knew I had him. "Yea that’s fine, Ms. Kelly" Jon said with a surprise look on his face. I could tell he was trying to act. “Well, I might have found the right man after all,” he said very quietly, almost to himself.I finished packing my duffel bag, and we left the hooch in a few minutes. All of the transit personnel were bunked in the old original ‘Hooch’ buildings from when the camp was first built in 1962. They were wood buildings built with the floor three feet above the ground. There was siding for the first four feet above the floor, and then screen wire the rest of the way up all around. There were horizontal. It was two blocks away. It wasn't necessarily my favorite place.Great burgers but a loud after work crowd."Sure. I could use a drink."We met up in front. He kissed me on the lips. His stubble tickled. Wewent in. While we waited for a table, I sat a high top while Dan wentto the bar. He came back with a bay breeze and a Stella Artois. Hebrought them over and handed me the beer. People looked at us. He tooka sip of the bay breeze and I the beer. We both winced and switchedthem. Change. ” He looked down in almost fatherly fashion. “My wife has devised a new game for us all to play. I think it’s rather clever . . . and we’re calling it ‘High Society’.” He took some typewritten papers from his pocket. “Here are the Rules of the game. You will both learn them thoroughly this afternoon . . . ready for the first game we’re going to play this evening. Got it?”“Yes, Master,” they answered in unison. Each looked nervously at the paper handed to her. That no good could come of this.