MJ pulled out one of the blue arm chairs and Ms. Vaughn-Pope indicated MJ could sit down."May I see your portfolio?" There was a tired feeling in the ...oman's voice. She skipped all pleasantness, neither introducing herself or providing MJ with her full attention."Portfolio?" MJ asked surprised. The sigh Vaughn-Pope gave was old hat."The pictures you've done to show that you photograph well. Usually from your previous experience." I've never modeled before," MJ explained."How old are you?". Francine went to her first class of the day and I to mine, but we had smiled and said we'd see each other later and were looking forward to enjoying lunch together. That turned out to be an understatement.The three and a half hours between first period and lunch was fairly uneventful. I did enjoy watching more fully clothed niners get strip-searched for unlawful pubic hair, I did join in the crowds of kids surrounding rule breakers, I watched and even participated ( with a senior's permission,. The grandkids came once or twice a month, with their mother and sometimes father, but John still missed the company--and the intimacy. He craned his neck to watch Molly mow around one of the trees in the front yard. The back never needed it, since there wasn’t really any lawn, just patio and garden. There she was, strutting around in he curvaceous nubile teenage glory, her chestnut curls secured with a pin. He watched her bum sashay away. God ... a man never got too old to feel the urge to. ? ?Yeah, the world isn?t fair, Kit.? I just wanted to call you in and congratulateyou on a great series of articles.? Keepup the good work!? -o0o- Kit cleaned off her desk and took her mirror out of herpurse to inspect her makeup.? It wasFriday and she always stopped at Bert?s to have a drink or two with some of theother reporters.? With no plans for theweekend, she sighed and locked her desk and turned out the lights in heroffice. Bert?s was at the corner of the block where the Tribune?soffice.