Can I go, Mr. Grant?"Lou's face clouded over and he leaned forward to glare at her. "I can't let you take a vacation, Mary. We need you. The STATION n...eds you. How can we put out a newscast without you?" But, Mr. Grant, you did all those years before I came here..." Yes, and see where it got us? We don't want to go back to those days, Mary. Now, do we?" His chair squeaked as he leaned back, satisfied he'd made his point."But, Mr. Grant, you took vacation just last month!" Well, I'm not as. But it was Brent. He stood over me like a giant, his hands on his hips, the sweat still glinting on his bare chest, his baggy shorts tenting menacingly, smirking down at me like the cat that caught the canary."Enjoy the show, dad?"There were suddenly other footsteps, and the next second I was being dragged to my feet, then the bedroom window had been flung open, and the strong hands that were holding me were bundling me through it, so that I fell to the carpeted floor with a dazed thump.The. Oh boy, why even bother? Oh well, at least, one way oranother, I'll be part of the action.When he got home that night, his mother asked him what part he got. He justwent to his room and angrily slammed the door shut and locked it. He then satat his computer.Sure, he wasn't the best looking guy in the world. But he wasn't a geekeither. "I wish I was in the play," he thought to himself as he got onto theinternet.What he found was a site called "Wishes Granted Inc." "What a bunch of bull,"he. ”“I’m fine, and don’t worry about me losing my job. I’m the number one salesman. There’s even talk of them considering me for the new sales manager. I just wanted to let you know that the proofs are all done.”“Oh. I can’t wait to see them. Can I come over now?”“Of course you can. The little man between my legs can’t wait to see you. He’s why I called you.”“Haha, “ June said sarcastically. Tell him I’ll take care of him later.”“Hurry over. He’s anxious to see you.“I’m on my way, but I can’t stay.
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