If you care about her, you don't want Ranna to go out with him."Rogesh frowned. He had no idea what to do. He didn't want Ranna to get hurt, but he kn...ew that she was really hung up on Paul. He wasn't sure what he could do."Mr. Carson, please have a seat," said the big man from behind his desk."Mr. Fitzwater, I'm not sure why you would request to see me. After all, Mrs. Seales is my guidance counselor," smirked Derek."Mr. Carson, let's cut to the chase." By all means, Mr. Fitzwater." Your little. MOVIE STARS do it on film.MUSICIANS do it with rhythm.NONSMOKERS do it without huffing and puffing.NURSES call the shots.OCEANOGRAPHERS do it down under.OPERATORS do it person-to-person.OPTOMETRISTS do it face-to-face.PAINTERS do it with longer strokes.PARAMEDICS PHOTOGRAPHERS do it with a flash.PHYSICISTS do it with uniform harmonic motion.PILOTS keep it up longer.PLUMBERS do it under the sink.POLICEMEN like big busts.POLITICIANS do it for 4 years then have to get re-erected.POSTMEN come. You know how to whistle, don't you?" She asked, turning back."Yes, Emily," Dave said, becoming irritated. "Just pucker up and blow. Now blow!"Emily gave the couple one last look and a smile, then stepped out of the room, and closed the door.Once Emily was gone, Dave looked down to find Molly smiling up at him. Having regained some strength, Molly lifted herself up and wrapped her arms around Dave's neck and back. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then on the other cheek and then her lips. Gail Taylor...!"From one side of the stage, a woman in a tight fitting, curves emphasizing one piece bikini rushes out. The crowd roars, particularly but certainly not limited to the men of the audience."... and Greg Durn!"From the other side of the stage, a well built man in spandex shorts -- tight to emphasize his 'package' -- runs out to yet another roar. And just as with the female contestant, his admirers are not solely from the opposite gender.After a short interview of each, Art reviews.