M doesn't even stay in class with us x"So that was the plan. I waited until the end of the second period, knowing music was next I quickly ran to the ...athroom making sure that my hair looked okay, if only I didn't have to wear this ugly school uniform with my stupid tie and "knee-length" skirt which I had now pulled up to just above mid-thigh, I also removed my thong as it was not necessary for my next class.I walked into music and found Brent's eyes, he saved me a spot at the back of the class. Buthey, was that ever a really great burst of some sort of energy! Hegrunted with manly pride, and his mighty man-muscles swelled.He locked the door and went home to tell his wife all about hisbrilliance and to lift a few cool ones. This was his lucky day. Maybeshe'd even agree to sex again this month!***On the drive home Al had a horrible headache. It seemed to want todrive him right out of his skull. He lost control of the car and hitthe side of his garage going full speed. His bearded head. They must have sent them out for repair.Carl found a vending machine against an outside wall and he loaded up on cakes and candy bars. When he passed the Coke machine he bought a Coke with the intention of getting a couple of more later. The change that those guys had in their suitcases sure came in handy. Carl knew he had to get out of sight and get some rest. The only airplane that was open was that round airplane with the wings off of it.Carl got on the round airplane and saw that it was all. Helmut was halfway across the lobby to him before Acquati raised his eyes and acknowledged him. He rose courteously and offered his hand. ‘You must be Mr. Pagel,’ he said. ‘That I am,’ said Helmut, accepting his handshake. Both men spoke English, the language of business, confidently and with almost no trace of an accent. ‘Well, I’m delighted to meet you, sir. I understand that you have an interest in derivatives.’ Acquati’s smile was a perfect balance of accessible warmth and professional.