As I walked to the bus stop, I noticed the other Sudanese boys hanging across the road. I think they were waiting for their friend. As I walked near t...em, they muttered and giggled amongst themselves. I could care less. I was still angry at Sonjas tactics. I was so angry, that I was ready to kick their asses. The bus arrived soon after. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*–*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* For the remainder of the week I had been in a real foul mood. VP picked it up straight away. Jimmy. And I'll see you on Monday, right?" Yes ma'am," I said jokingly.I threaded my way through the maze of corridors that make up the hospital. By the time I'd made it to the parking lot, it was slightly after five. My little chat with Rachel had delayed me. I saw my Mustang in my spot in the parking lot. Every time I saw the car I smiled. The deep blue, almost purple paint gleamed in the fading sunlight. The twin rolled chrome exhaust tips gleamed brighter than the paint. Everything on the car. It was all empty, no one at the urinals and the quick look was enough to count 5 stalls. All the doors except the last stall were open and yes I could see the two stalls with cut out glory holes. I had no time to get in one of them stalls and wait for my luck until some cock sucker came in and so I made a blind move. I did not know if the wall between the second last and the last stall had a glory hole but I had no other choice anyhow and I swiftly got into the stall next to the last one with. This stuff should probably be under one of those 'top secret' stamped folders."Sue followed us into her office, took the report from Steve's hands, disassembled it, and ran it through her copier. The marvelous copier made three copies and collated them so that all I thought I had to do was to punch holes in the paper. There was no need to do that either, as Sue had used pre-punched copy paper and handed Dennis' and my copies in the same type of folder I had put the reports in.Dennis was smiling.