I must admit, I had to think twice about ‘separate.’ I had this urge to put three Es in there but a little voice told me it was wrong. I’m glad ...I followed my spelling fairy and not my instincts. This story isn’t about blowing my own trumpet, but about a naughty little interlude just before my final exams. Cory was a bright, young Irish teacher who, for whatever reason was plunged in the deep end with the crazy bunch that resided in my English group. We were a little collective of students who. When I would mention anything concerning these men, she would act ignorant as if she hadn't been aware of them. (I've realised over the years that she is not a very convincing liar.) Now for the record, Sue has always been a keen gardener. So it was not odd that she was out in the garden at every opportunity and if she wasn't sunbathing in a tight-fitting bikini, but she was wandering about and bending over flower-beds in cropped and very flimsy gaping tops. Most of the time she would couple. "The two companions entered the shop which turned out to be a cluttered, dingy place. The shop keeper was a wizened old man with a noticeable limp. He greeted them in a gruff voice and asked their business. Lori brought out a small pouch and handed it to the man. The man poured the contents of the pouch into his hand. A half dozen semi-precious stones tumbled out.Tammi then spoke up, "We would like to covert these gems into Coin of the Realm, please." The shopkeeper held each of the stones up. “You will learn all you need to know soon enough.” He pulls his hand away as our lunch arrives and I let out a whimper in frustration. Our lunch finished he motions to the waiter for our check. “Now let’s get out of here and go work that off.” As we walk to the parking lot I’m thinking how am I going to get him to just say what it is he wants, to find out if I am right in my thinking about this training he had been so hung up on. “If you keep disappearing on me I’m going to get bored quickly.”.