How ironic that I was testing at the end of a class on the history of Europe since 1945. I smiled at the thought of the class scope and the fact that ... had a little window on some living history when Georg and Betta submitted to questioning about a view of communist-run Czechoslovakia and eye-witness reports of Prague Spring. The smile vanished quickly when I remembered the sad expressions as they recounted the oppression, friends disappearing into secret police vans, some to never be heard of. " I hope so," she said, glancing out the window.June paid the fare, did a quick check of her brown skirt. She took a deep breath, and walked through the entrance of the Waldorf-Astoria.She walked out of the elevator and down the hall until she reached Room 2305. She stopped in front of the door. She gave herself another once over, pulled a stray lock of brown hair out of her face, then knocked on the door."Come in," said a pleasing tenor voice.Inside stood Mikey. Older, and a little taller,. Actually it was their third date and he was tall dark and handsome and I hated him for that. May be it was because I was not around my mom when I was young I was not able to see her as my mother. I always got turned on when she walked around the house in her lingerie or her nightgown. Actually I had shagged many a times watching my mom and her shitty boy friend make out. One thing about that fucking loser is that he was really good at it. As my mother asked to take care of my sleeping little. Teresa was literally screaming through the air and a man with the angel wings was flying after her, Stacy and Rachael were practicing some form of martial arts with a purple haired oriental female in a skimpy outfit whose name escaped Phillip. Then there was the human giant, Peter, using some form of weight machine, lifting, lifting a lot. On the far side room the tall black staffer with the M tattooed on his face (Lucas?) was staring at Illyana, not saying anything. Why, Phillip didn't have a.