He had begun to dread this evening when Paige first told him of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist... could transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or paint. It wasn’t that he didn’t like galleries, either. He and Paige had met in an art gallery – The Met, in fact. No… the fact was, he was dreading this opening, at this gallery, this night. There was something about the artist that Jack just didn’t like. Something about the way his. I stopped outside and looked at the house, wondering if I should go in. I decided that I must try it, so I knocked the door. The door opened and he was standing just out of sight, he said come in, and I went into the hallway and he closed the door. I must admit I was pleasantly suprised at how he looked. Andy was tall, slim, with shoulder length hair. He looked very sexy in the stockings, and his make up was well done and he had a femenine face. He took me into the living room and we sat. . yet she couldn't call Sylvia right in front of him."Tell me about your... project," she said when they had settled on the sofa with drinks."Business can wait till tomorrow," he said, and made a dive for her.She was so astonished that he kissed her twice before she thought to resist. She'd been so concerned with Sylvia's adultery that it had never occurred to her that Fred might also play games."FRED! Sylvia's my friend!" she protested."Good. Keep her friendship. We won't tell her," he. Street-cred to the crude street-crud.After a lot of begging from Kenny, Mark finally agreed to set up a meeting that Saturday ( two weeks before Labor Day and the beginning of the school year. If all six agreed, Kenny would be allowed to try out for Brotherhood Club membership. “ But, of course, Kenny,” whispered Mark, “ you’ll have to undergo a rigorous initiation.”Kenny expected no less. He’d heard of fraternity initiations and how humiliating they could be for pledges. But he needed these.