"Hey," she said, her eyes rolling, "Steven! You have to try a New York hot dog." No," I said firmly, mimicking Fiore. "Hot dogs iss pimples!" But you ...can't see Central Park without having a hot dog." No. No. And no." Wow, I see you took Fiore to heart. I'm proud of you."The hectic session with Fiore and the walk through the Park did me in. For dinner Martha made "nekkid" hamburgers (ground sirloin baked slowly under a blanket of cheese and mushrooms), a salad dressed with the special vinegar. ”“All my life I’ve been ordered around and told how worthless and helpless I am. I have to help myself,” she said looking at me. “Sometime I’ve got to grow a pair of balls like Allison.” We laughed at that.“You know, I’ve examined her pretty closely and there was no evidence, no matter what Melody says.”“I’ve been to the financial aid office and they gave me a tuition waiver for the next two quarters,” she said. “It’s not like a scholarship, exactly. I’m not even sure it’s an official financial. I opened it. "It's just confirmation of my job and an invite to an openday a couple of weeks before term starts," I said returning the letter tothe envelope."So you're still taking the job then?" she asked."Yeah why wouldn't I," I said although there was something not soconvincing in the tone of my voice."So how long do you plan to keep this up?" she asked."As long as I need to, till George is better," I said."And has it worked you being a girl?" she asked."Yeah it has a bit, the drinking. "It's a good thing I don't go to school with you anymore. I'd end up calling you "Ten" in front of friends, and then everyone would want to know why," he teased, "and I'd just have to tell them."Stephanie would blush deeply. "You wouldn't dare. I'd just die if you did that." I mean, you are so good at this that it would be pretty hard to keep a secret, Stephanie. I dunno..."It would go on this way for some time, until he was hard again and then she would blow him again and end up with another.