This little evening outing at the Plunder Club was going to plunder her savings for more than she could afford. Quite a bit more.I deserve life's litt...e pleasures. Damned if I don't! Haven't I had to fight for everything as long as I can remember?I was the first one in the family ever to attend college. Years of grunt work as a typist, receptionist, secretary, and general office slave. Got my first real break when the VP of production chose me as his assistant. I'm finally pulling down a. Along one wall were huge piles of rotting wood with paper scraps. I realized that those must have been paintings at one time. There were about a hundred cardboard boxes that were totally saturated, with the contents inside ruined by decades of water exposure. Some of the markings were still readable. These had held banknotes. There was an exit from this large underground garage that ended in a pile of rubble. I used my vision to look. It went up on a slight grade, and was filled all the way to. My knees were even feeling weak, and I was still sitting down. This lasted through the class, and just as before, as soon as the lecture was done, he jumped up and left without looking back, leaving me red-faced and unable to think straight. It was with great effort that I managed to get back to my room. But I decided to get myself ready for the next class. This time I wore a skirt. I contemplated not wearing underwear, but I couldn’t shake all of my upbringing off at once. I got there early,. ?. ?But you got married, had kids and stuff, how??, Claire kept silent when Kim raised her hand: ?We didn’t?, she said. ?Neither Pierre, nor Lawrence ever got married. They took vows all right, but not those kind. Honey, be a dear and put the cassette of your ceremony in the VCR.? Pierre got up, walked to what appeared to be a row of books and took a hard cover off the shell. It was a videocassette box. He took the tape out and put it into a VCD that was on the side of the room. For the next 30.