I'm a dealer." We're not interested in any drugs," Martin's dad exclaimed firmly.The man in purple quickly replied, "Oh no, not that kind of a dealer...."He pulled a deck of cards out of his jacket and made a show of shufflingthem, in that fancy way that took a lot of practice. Then, he flipped thecards, spraying them up into the air into an arch, where they landed inhis other hand.At that display, Martin's dad smiled. "Well, I wouldn't mind a good gameof poker..." I do enjoy a good game of. Then! then! for the first time, did I feel that stiff horn-hard gristle, battering against the tender part; but imagine to yourself his surprise, when he found, after several vigorous pushes, which hurt me extremely, that he made not the least impression.I complained, but tenderly complained: “I could not bear it... indeed he hurt me!...” Still he thought no more, than that being so young, the largeness of his machine (for few men could dispute size with him) made all the difficulty; and that. Can I come in?" Of course you can. I'll put the kettle on, I think you need some coffee."She wandered off towards my living room, whilst I went into the kitchen. Having made a couple of mugs of coffee, I took them into the living room, and passed her one."Am I forgiven then?" I asked."I'm not sure that there is anything to forgive. I got it wrong. I don't like you having all those films, but the ones I really don't like are probably not the ones you think I won't like."I took a sip of coffee,. Kelly and Courtney had carried them to a thank you breakfast. They were in the process of loading the cars to come home. Captain Peters had stopped by the college. He gave them a sealed package to deliver to me and wished them a safe trip.I told them to be careful. I loaded the car numbers into my GPS program so that I could follow their homeward progress.I reviewed the progress reports from the dorm repair. According to Mr. Bozman's notes, they were on schedule. There were copies of materials.