Yesterday, my supervisor stopped by just after seven to remind my class of a poetry contest. Just then, Anahi, a well-built, very attractive girl of 1...7, came by – and my supervisor said, "Don't let her in." Sorry kid – you miss class and fail the weekly quiz.Anahi is a very sweet girl, but she has missed several classes already this semester due to tardiness. Her parents did not have money to purchase the mandatory textbook during the first week of class, and she has ordered a copy at a local. Happy. I usually slept the sleep of the just too, but lately ... too much mental turmoil. Add in my eagerness to move beyond the theoretical and to ... just fucking do something. Get out there and kick some Wexler butt. Hoffstatter too.I was sitting up in bed, my eyes closed in the Georgetown darkness. My right palm rested lightly on Matt’s chest as it rose and fell evenly.I’d started my quest to find Wexler. To neutralize him, somehow, and bring him in. A naive plan — hang around the Nazi. . No, not that. I couldn't bringmyself to call it be its common name nor by its formal namefor that matter. But it was mine now, too. And not justthat; I had, I realized, all the internal hardware thatwent with it. Dear God, what had I done to deserve such afate?"You told me you would give up your life to bring TonyCapella down," he reminded me.Yes, I thought, still staring down at my body, but I didn'tmean it this way."I can't be a girl," I murmured."Why not?" I...I don't know how to... to do. I’m not that kind of guy” he said lying to her. He was unconditionally for this. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind he’d like to be with her intimately and undress her adorable young figure and do things with her no man had ever done in his life with her. He shrugged his shoulders and said “Are you sure about this. Are you Sonya?” She was. She knew she was. She knew Robin, the 265 year old tall, handsome, and fit looking man was most definitely the right guy. “I’m sure” she said, forcing a smile.