Harvest Ball
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May 1974
They arrived late, but not too much. The fraternity house parking lot had always been undersized so Jim had a difficult time wedging the Rustmobile into a space.
"I'm glad we took this car instead of the Duster," Jim said. "The old Rustmobile can take a few more dents and no one would notice, but the Duster doesn't have any yet.
He turned off the motor and they were about to climb the back steps of the fraternity house when a pick up truck towing a trailer ambled into the lot. It was the equipment for the band that would be playing later that night.
He recognized the person who stepped out of the truck as the set-up guy for the band when they played at the house on other occasions.
"You aren't going to park us in are you?" Jim asked. "We plan to leave on the early side."
"Naw," the burly man said in a gruff voice, "we'll just unload and park the rig on the street somewhere."
Great!" Jim said and he took Hildy's hand and they went into the fraternity house.
When they walked into the foyer the party was in full swing. He looked around for Rich and didn't see him. He'd seen his car in the lot, though, so he knew that he and Chelsea were somewhere in the house.
"Want something to drink?" he asked Hildy.
There was a table covered by a white table cloth with two punch bowls on it surrounded by glasses turned upside down.
"Is the white stuff the drink with vodka and grapefruit juice?" Hildy asked.
"And sugar. That's right. It's called..."
"Silver Moons," Hildy said. "I remember. I think I'll pass. What about the purple one in the other punch bowl?"
"Purple Passion," Jim answered, "Vodka and Grape Juice with sugar."
"Great choice," Hildy said, "I suppose if I have to choose..."
"Personally, I'd rather have a beer. I never drink that garbage," Jim said. "Follow me."
He led her to the third floor of the fraternity house where there were brothers' rooms. In the connecting hallway there was an old soft drink machine.
"Name your poison," Jim said. "Bud or LaBatts,"
"I guess Budweiser," Hildy said.
Jim put a quarter into the slot and bottle fell onto the rubber pad in the opening of the machine. There was a bottle opener tied on a string nearby. Jim took off the cap and handed the bottle to her.
"I'm a LaBatts man, myself."
He slid another quarter into the machine. In a few seconds he and Hildy had fresh drinks and turned to head back downstairs.
"I guess we're slumming now," Hildy laughed.
""Not at all," Jim replied. "For me, it's a delicacy to drink beer out of a glass bottle instead of a can."
When they arrived at the second floor landing they met Rich and Chelsea.
"I see you and I had the same idea," Rich said.
Jim introduced Hildy and Chelsea to each other.
"I'll see you in the dining room," he told Rich.
When Jim and Hildy arrived on the first floor he decided to give Hildy a quick tour of the house. He started with the pool room where guests were placing their empty glasses on the felt of the pool table.
"There would have been a time when that would have upset me, but it's someone else's problem now."
They moved to the parlor. There was a composite picture of all the brothers from 1972.
"That's you!" Hildy shrieked.
"That's right; that was me two years ago."
"A moustache and sideburns? That's hilarious!"
"I don't think it's that funny, Hildy."
It was no use. Hildy was dissolving in laughter and she hadn't even finished half her beer.
As Hildy was composing herself Jim spied Ashley and Chelsea talking in the corner. Chelsea pointed a finger at Hildy and Ashley covered her face as she burst out in laughter. Jim glanced at Hildy and hoped she hadn't noticed.
"I think that girl over there in the green gown thinks it's funny, too," Hildy said.
As usual, Hildy had noticed and Jim was certain that Hildy knew that Ashley wasn't laughing at his picture from 1972.
Jim knew in advance that Hildy hadn't dressed like the other dates at the party. In fact, Hildy's outfit could have been called 'frumpy', especially compared to the gowns of the other girls. Their gowns were a lot flimsier and far more suggestive the Hildy's. Not only that, it was May and Hildy's skirt was more suitable for winter. Jim didn't care about any of that. He did care if there might be trouble. He decided to try to keep Ashley as far away as he could.
Jim was figuring out how he would do that when the dinner bell rang. Dinner was to be served in the dining room which was in the basement of the house. Everyone started filing downstairs. There were round tables set up with table cloths and place settings for three couples. The pledges stood to the side in white waiter's jackets ready to begin serving dinner.
Jim led Hildy to a table where Rich and Chelsea were waiting for them Jim pulled Hildy's chair away from the table and Hildy slid into it. As he pushed her in he noticed Ashley walking into the dining room with her date, Steve Sadowski.
Steve Sadowski was two years younger than Jim. He studied Engineering like Jim and Rich, but that was about all they had in common with him. He was on the short side, but wiry and had played on the hockey team during his first year. Despite his Slavic name he had olive skin and his hair was neither long nor short. He had a greasy look and his favorite jokes seemed to be tests of perverted ideas that must have been racing through his mind.
"Ashley and Stevie are sure to keep one another busy tonight," Jim thought.
"Oh, I want to sit with Chelsea," Ashley said in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
She scurried into the seat next to Rich, which was across from Hildy. Steve took the chair along side hers.
Ashley was carrying a cup full of the Silver Moon punch from upstairs. Jim guessed that it might not be her first one of the evening.
"Ashley and Steve, this is Hildy," Jim said, performing the obligatory honors.
"I noticed," Ashley replied.
She turned to Hildy.
"I like your gown," she said, "or should I call it a skirt?"
"It's a skirt," Hildy answered.
Ashley giggled a bit.
"Why did you take off the poodles? It doesn't seem complete without the poodles."
Ashley looked at the others at the table, expecting them to laugh at her joke. Chelsea gave out a polite laugh. Steve did, too. Ashley laughed some more to make up for those that didn't understand the joke and weren't laughing."
"They weren't poodles. They were hearts," Hildy said. "I wore this skirt to a Valentines's Day party two years ago."
"You should have left them on," Ashley said. "They would have been cute."
"I don't have money to waste on formal gowns that I plan to wear a single time," Hildy countered. "I thought this would be okay."
"Oh, it is," Ashley replied. "And I like your no-make-up look. It's so ... so (ahem) ... natural."
"Let's talk about something else," Jim said.
Jim felt Hildy's hand on his leg. He knew she was telling him not to make a scene.
"Right," Rich said, "it's supposed to be nice at the lake tomorrow and..."
"Well, Jim," Ashley interrupted, "I can see that you understand that beauty isn't everything."
Jim leaned close to Hildy.
"Why don't you go to the Ladies' room and powder your nose?"
"I don't need to powder my nose," Hildy whispered back. "Please, just let it go. It doesn't matter to me."
Hildy had almost convinced Jim. He knew that Ashley was nearly drunk. The glassful of super-punch that she'd carried into the dining room was nearly empty.
"Stevie," Ashley said, "I need another glass of punch."
Steve started to get up to go on his errand.
"I see that you two are drinking beer," Ashley said to Jim. "I understand it's the preferred beverage of the working class."
Jim rose to his feet. He leaned over and put both hands on the table, pressing in as close to Ashley as he could.
"That's enough, Ashley. Knock it off," Jim said.
"Don't tell me to knock it off," Ashley shot back. "You knock it off or I'll let everyone know a few things I know about you."
"Be my guest, Ashley. Tell them anything you want."
Ashley opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it before any words could come out. To Jim, she looked unhappy and a bit ugly. It had never occurred to him to see her that way before. He waited for a second for her to speak, but she didn't.
He knew that Ashley wanted to reveal his problem, but one revelation often leads to more of them and the world's ears feast on unintended disclosures.
"I didn't think you'd have anything to say," Jim said. "Now, like I said, knock it off."
"And what if I don't? What're you going to do about it?"
"If you don't knock it off, Ashley," Jim said in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "I'll go upstairs with little Stevie and put him on the Disabled List. Then, you'll have no one to sleep with tonight and you can walk home all by yourself in what there is of your green dress with your boobs falling out of it."
He straightened up and stared Ashley in the eye to let her know that he meant what he was saying. Steve Sadowski was standing alongside her with a stupid look on his face.
"Hey, man," he said, "don't threaten me. I didn't do anything."
"She's your date Steve," Jim said and pointed his finger at him. "Take care of it."
Jim sat down. He glanced at Hildy and he noticed that her face had turned red. She leaned over close so she could whisper something to him.
"I'm glad that you decided not to make a scene," she said.
Jim took a deep breath. He knew that he'd made a scene and he hoped that he wouldn't have to make good on his promise to injure Steve Sadowski, especially with his wrist being strained, and all. He looked around the room.
"Look, everyone, there's a table over there with only two couples at it. This table is a bit crowded. I think Hildy and I are going to move over there."
Hildy and Jim moved to the table across the room. It was occupied by two of his younger fraternity brothers in their second year of pre-med with their dates. Jim didn't know them very well—they stuck to themselves more than not because of their academic workload.
"It would be a shame to leave school without getting to know these guys better," he thought as he crossed the room with Hildy.
"Hi, guys, this is my date, Hildy," he said. "Do you mind if we join you?"
Jim pushed Hildy's chair in and then seated himself. Hildy leaned close to Jim.
"What did she mean when she said that she knows some things about you?" Hildy asked.
"A long time ago she thought she was going to have sex with me and it didn't turn out. She got mad and she hasn't gotten over it yet."
"How long ago?"
"It seems like another lifetime," Jim told her.
The premed brothers were looking at each other, and then at their dates and then at Hildy, and then at Jim. Hildy was looking down at the table.
"Look, Hildy, you asked me. I didn't do it with her because I was thinking about you, in case you're interested."
He knew he was in trouble and wondered why he was, even though he had avoided telling her one of his polite, little, white lies. The ugly little topic might have served to dampen his and Hildy's plans to 'make tonight the night', so he was eager to smooth things over.
"Are all your fraternity parties like this?" Hildy asked.
"No," Jim answered, "this is one of the more exciting ones."
Hildy laughed and shook her head. The pre-med brothers and their dates relaxed and laughed with her.
"Look, Hildy," he said, "Let's enjoy our dinners and get to know these people. Then, we'll go a few times around the dance floor and after that we're out of here."
After a few minutes the dinner party settled down and Hildy seemed satisfied with what Jim told her. The pledges did a good job serving dinner and the food, a chicken dish, turned out to be pretty good, if predictable. Jim and Hildy had a pleasant time talking with the pre-med brothers and their dates. He had taken some of the same Chemistry courses for which they were in the midst of finals preparation.
There were no more incidents with Ashley, although Jim noticed that she polished off another full glass of punch and half of another.
At dinner's end, Jim and Hildy decided to go upstairs. They could hear the band warming up. They were among the last couples to arrive on the dance floor.
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you at dinner," he told Hildy as they were walking up the stairs.
"It's okay," she said. "I didn't want you to make a scene, but in a way, I'm almost glad that you did. Just promise me you won't do it again on the dance floor."
"It wouldn't be possible. The band will be too loud. No one would be able to hear anything, no matter what is said."
"Just for being bad, I'm going to make you dance two more dances before we go back to your apartment," Hildy said.
"I'm not a very good dancer, Hildy."
"I know," she said, "I danced with you in the Shakespeare room last summer. You're not as bad as all that."
Hildy stood out on the dance floor, being as tall as she was. Jim knew it, but it didn't bother him. The music was loud, as he had warned her. Hildy seemed to be having fun, so Jim was happy to stay on the dance floor with her longer than he planned.
As he looked at the other couples he could see that some of them had been drinking more after they came upstairs from the dining room. Jim and Hildy had finished off their beers during dinner and hadn't had anything else to drink. They had no interest in the vodka punch and the beer machine was all the way up on the third floor.
Jim had been keeping an eye on Ashley. He noticed that she was drinking a lot of Silver Moons. She was weaving about the dance floor and Jim knew she was drunk. After a while he looked up and found that he had lost track of her. Steve Sadowski was missing, too.
"At least we know that Ashley won't be driving home in her condition," a thought he kept to himself.
He glanced at his watch. It was ten-thirty. They had been on the dance floor longer than he had realized. At that moment he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Rich.
"Chelsea and I are all partied out," Rich shouted over the thumping bass. "We're going to head over to her apartment. I'll see you tomorrow."
Rich left and Jim turned to Hildy. She was leaning close to him with an expectant expression that Jim liked.
"I think I'm all partied out, too," she said. "Let's dance one more and then we'll go."
It was what Jim was hoping to hear. The band began playing their next number—a slow one. It was a Charlie Rich song:
'Cause people like to talkLord, don't they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know she'll be leaving with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
The song ended; it was a good note to end on, considering all that had happened. It was time to go back to the apartment.
"I think that song was our cue," Hildy breathed into Jim's ear,
"Let's go," he said, and took her hand and headed for the door.
He was glad that he hadn't had much to drink. It would better driving and when they got back to the apartment he wanted all his senses in good working order.
They stepped out the back door into the parking lot. His Rustmobile was right where he'd left it and the band's pick up and trailer was right where it had been the last time he'd seen it.
"They're going to have to move this," Jim said.
"I don't think they can move it," Hildy said. "They've got someone behind them, too."
Jim recognized the car. It belonged to Joe Lawrence, one of Jim's good friends.
"That's Joe's car. He'll move it if I ask him to. Then the band can move their rig."
Jim looked into the cab of the truck. There was a fuzzy looking guy sleeping in the passenger's seat. He must have been one of the band's set-up crew.
"Hey, wake up," Jim shouted at him, "you've got to move this truck."
"Can't do it, man," the sleepy helper mumbled. "Haven't got the keys. The guy playin' the drums has got the keys."
"Well go get them from him," Jim said.
"Can't, man. I don't know how to back up the rig—especially in so small a space."
Jim began looking about, hoping he could figure out a way that he could thread the Rustmobile around the band's rig. But the Rustmobile wasn't a threading around kind of car.
"They'll be done with their set in about an hour, man," the sleeper said. "I'll get him to move it then."
"Please don't forget," Jim told him.
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December 1973 Jim knew that life and all its events was a proposition of give and take. He strove to hold up his end by giving, lest he err in the taking. It was his last chance. It was nine in the evening and the stores would be open for anther thirty minutes. It would be no good to wait until the next day. The next day would be December 24 and he planned to use that as a travel day. Besides, as he looked around the big box store he could see that the shelves were starting to look...
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Arriving at the unit just after 0730 hrs, there was quite a surprise waiting for me. First, a good number of the students were there and looking at the surprise. Secondly, the cooks were there and making a late morning meal for the men present. Lastly there was what everyone was looking at. A new building had appeared, apparently overnight. It was located at the far end of our building from the road and was centered on the middle barracks and about 12 feet from it. It was a one story masonry...
Soon the only ones left there in the mess hall were the CO, Sawyer, Barlow, Morris and me. We all had a second beer. “What the hell is causing these ‘Ammunition Malfunctions’, as everyone is calling them?” the CO asked of no one in particular. “Sir, it has to be sabotage. That much explosive just doesn’t go off by itself. Even if someone were careless, it wouldn’t set off everything like that and apparently at the same time. Although how a saboteur could arrange it all to go off at the same...
The following new character appears in this and other chapters: Ratana Also called Noi, house girl, 5'-0'' tall, 98 pounds, 15 years old, 28A-20-25, long black hair, brown eyes, a thin quiet girl We found a small open air restaurant not far from our hotel and had a light lunch. During the meal Chanthra insisted that we change clothes before going to Wat Sala Loy. "Our clothing is wet from sweating and would not be appropriate for a visit to the Wat. It would also be best if we ride...
During the formation, MSG Sorenson checked everyone’s uniform and medals before the Major appeared, and he reported to him that everyone was present. The Major had a few words for us before we prepared to leave for the Airbase. “Nawng-awn should be a peaceful place. However, we will carry our weapons and six magazines of ammunition each just in case it isn’t as peaceful as it is supposed to be. We’ll be leaving for the Team House to draw weapons right after the formation.” He then turned the...
Back out on the village street, we continued toward the Wat, as the sun was close to setting. We reached the masonry walls around the Wat while the sun was still visible, making it about 1815 hrs. The walls had been painted or whitewashed at some time in the past, but portions of the paint was now peeling. There were gardens of various types of vegetables on both sides of the Wat and presumably behind it also, which were tended by the monks. We passed through the gate into the Wat and looked...
The following characters appear in the rest of the story: Captain Paribetra Thai Army Ranger, Suenee's cousin from Amulets II and III, 5'-10" tall, 145 pounds, 28 years old, black hair, brown eyes, he has been promoted in the intervening years Lergong Pengdith Captain, Thai Army Rangers, 5'-8" tall, 135 pounds, 35 years old, black hair, brown eyes Captain Tamusarit, Thai Special Forces, returns from Amulets II, 5'-9" tall, 138 pounds, 32 years old, black hair, brown eyes, He too...
Friday morning, it was late before we got up and took Lesia to breakfast. Tweed, Phesila, and Dang were having breakfast when we arrived at the small restaurant near the hotel. We didn’t see anything of the Starlings until that afternoon. This morning there had been a notice on the bulletin board that there would be a formation at 1400 for both A-Teams. We didn’t have any shopping or touring to do, and just stayed in our rooms. Our daughters played together some and after lunch both took a...
“Uncle!” Suenee said very quietly. The Thai Colonel instantly turned to see who had uttered the word and appeared to be shocked when he saw Suenee standing there. “Suenee! Little Suenee!” he asked in amazement. We were all surprised at this, also. The Colonel then turned back to us. “Suenee isn’t really my niece. Her father has been my friend and adviser since I was a young man. I met him through my father who was his friend and adviser for many years. “I often visited him and his family...
"Must you wear the guns here in town?" Chanthra asked looking at me with a frown on her face. That stopped me dead in my tracks. I had never considered not wearing them. Having a weapon at hand had become a way of life for me over the last nineteen plus years that I had been in the Army. It had been reinforced significantly in Korea during the war, and became a way of life when I joined Special Forces a short time after leaving Korea. "Is it necessary, my Champion Mike?" she asked again...
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"Sergeant Baker, you and Sergeant Tweed see me immediately after we all check in!" the Major said in a strained voice when he had recovered from the sight of Suenee and Phesila standing outside the hotel with our children. Captain Tamusarit had already walked over to Suenee and greeted her and Phesila with a traditional Thai greeting. "Sawat Dee krup," he said with a smile, as he waied. "Sawat Dee ka," both women replied with a wai and a smile. "It is good to see you again, Suenee...
At home that evening, I gave Tweed a general outline of what went on during our meeting with Colonel Page. I didn't disclose what was in the letter or who it was from, as the Major had asked me not to. "So what did you do all day besides wait for us to get back?" I asked, as I finished my explanation. "Oh, I spent some very informative time with Sergeant Daniels. I originally went to see him to find out what he might have of local interest. I got more than I bargained for," Tweed told...
The following new character appears in this chapter: Prince Krom Luang Wongsa Dhiraj Snid Thai Physician and Diplomat, 49th son of King Rama II, 5’-7’’ tall, 165 pounds, 47 years old in 1855, a receding hair line going gray and brown eyes As we neared the camp headquarters building, we could see a very impressive looking coach parked outside of it along with a number of horses that were larger than the normal Thai horses. We also saw that their tack appeared to be of very expensive...
The following new characters appears in this the last chapter: Sisuda Captain Prawit's future wife, 5'-2'' tall, about 100 pounds, 32B-21-30, 20 years old, long black hair, brown eyes Master Sergeant Sunsarn Master Sergeant 1st Class, Custodian of the Ranger Museum, 5'-7'' tall, 140 pounds, 48 years old, black hair going gray, brown eyes Ratana Sunsarn's wife, a descedant of the original Ratana, 5'-2'' tall, 112 pounds, 34C-24-34, 42 years old, long black hair, brown...
There was no mortar attack that night either, and I made the regular 2100 hrs. report on the new radio. Lt Sykes was there to ask about the chopper. It turned out that all of the aviation assets were busy up north in the Louang Phrabang area, and we would have to wait. Again I went to bed early, as no one had assigned me anything else to do. In the morning at breakfast, Sawyer announced that Sgt Morris would lead a patrol out to one of the nearby villages with Doc Walls along for a medical...
Damn! Who would of thought that could happen in the garden? Definitely not me! But everytime I think about it I get those little bumps all over. You know the ones. Not the ones that make your skin crawl, the one's that give you a shiver of excitement. Just thinking about what happened that day long ago and I still get those damn bumps. You ever gardened? I don't mean the small flower beds or a couple plants in a pot. I'm talking about a decent size plot that you have to fence in to keep the...
Things remained quiet for the next week and a-half. The 25th was Christmas, and while it felt a lot more like Christmas up here in the mountains, there was no big celebration. The cooks had received extra food on this week's shipment, and prepared a very nice meal for us on Christmas, but there was no real celebration, no trees or gifts. Of course the Thais don't really celebrate Christmas, but they were happy to join in eating the extra food provided. Payday, the 31st, was on a Wednesday...
Starling had left Operations when I returned, but was soon back with the pieces of his Army Green Class A uniform. Suenee took them and placed them on the chair that she had been sitting on. "I will have these ready when you come on payday for your wedding," she told him. As quietly as she had spoken, the Major had picked up on it, and turned to look at both of them. "What wedding?" he asked. "Sergeant Starling and my student, Noon, will be married on payday when he returns to Chiang...
New characters appearing in chapter 10 and after: Phil Del Vecchio Captain, Bill met him in Bangkok, 5’-7”tall, 185 pounds, 36 years old, black hair, hazel eyes, very muscular Tweed SSG, Engineer, Bill’s friend from Cambodia, 5’-9” tall, 155 pounds, 32 years old, blond hair, blue eyes Carson SSG, Infantry, 5’-11” tall, 170 pounds, 32 years old, black hair, gray eyes Williams SSG, Infantry, 5’-9” tall, 150 pounds, 30 years old, Brown hair, hazel eyes Colby SSG, Artillery, 6’-0” tall,...
The following new named character appears in this and other chapters: Sergeant Chuang The Sergeant from Sonsri's guard detail, 5'-6'' tall, 125 pounds, 30 years old, brown eyes, black hair I led the horses back to the open shed-like structure where the water buffalo had previously been kept. One glance inside convinced me that it was not ready for the horses to occupy it. I unsaddled them and took the saddles to the area under the house where they would be dry and reasonable cool...
The following new characters appears in this and other chapters: Kampon Sukondhapatipak Senior Colonel, Royal Siam Army, 5'-8'' tall, 175 pounds, 48 years old, black hair with a touch of gray, brown eyes Werachon Adireksombat Major, Royal Siam Army, 5'-9'' tall, 165 pounds, 34 years old, black hair, brown eyes "What have you done NOW?" the Governor roared rising from his seat upon seeing us in the doorway, again without so much as a Sawat Dee or a wai. "Several of the...
The following character appears in this chapter and the remainder of the story: Chatchai Sarikalya Lieutenant, a tall thin young Officer, 23 years of age, one of the Platoon Leaders The roosters were very vocal again this morning, and we were up early. On arriving at our area on the camp, I found far fewer men there today than yesterday. Still there were a number of them there and the Sergeants already had them in groups of ten, but hadn't started any processing yet since I had all of...
It was nearly sundown when I heard the commotion coming from the front gate and went out to see what it was. The three Chiefs had returned with the holy man. He was an older man dressed as a Buddhist monk, but his rob was very faded and worn, and he seemed very agitated about something, as they came through the front gate. “What’s up?” I asked Tweed, as I walked up to him. “Don’t know yet. The old guy seems really upset,” Tweed said, as one of the interpreters came toward us. “What’s...
Introduction: Second installment of one day in my crazy early twenties. liberties have been taken with names and details. You wanted to see me, Mr. Shaver? Pete asked, somehow managing to pull his gaze from my nakedness while the young Travis groped me. His eyes quickly shot back when I gasped slightly, a shiver going down straight from my breasts to my crotch as Travis rubbed his splayed palms in a circular motion over my tightened nipples. I watched him lick his lips, obviously becoming...
His eyes quickly shot back when I gasped slightly, a shiver going down straight from my breasts to my crotch as Travis rubbed his splayed palms in a circular motion over my tightened nipples. I watched him lick his lips, obviously becoming aroused at my exposure and humiliation. “I hear you’ve been harassing my administrative assistant in the elevator.” Mr. Shaver’s stern voice contrasted greatly with his casual pose behind his desk. I watched the confusion and worry pass over...
I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality and threatening the pins that held my thick auburn hair in a tasteful coil at the back of my head. Just then Pete Townsend entered the car, somehow squeezing his tall lean body through two layers of men to push up against my right side. I hate Pete Townsend. But I didn’t bother pulling away as he brushed his hand against the back of my thighs, just below the hem of my skirt. It never did any good. “What floor?” A tall young man asked,...