"Bring a hearty appetite."Bob nodded again, grinning. He'd bring more than that—flowers, of a certainty, and perhaps sherry or other wine. An early ...dinner might mean, if he hadn't been thrown out, drinks or a snack later.His lovely guest hadn't commented, but she must have noticed that breakfast was served on disposable plates, with disposable cutlery. Dinner last night would have been similar, had Bob not brought back his personal service, or at least part of it. His steward had already packed. Clete fancied this as a real feather in his cap because he got to speak with Becky and do a bit of one- upsmanship with his former arrestee. Becky told Clete she was going to college to become a psychologist. She was fascinated by the way he had spoken to the crazy man in the deli earlier. Clete and Becky talked about ways of conversing with disturbed persons. Then, just as Clete was enjoying the conversation and thinking it could develop into something, 7 Adam 29 received a radio call and had. "All the others laughed at the strange statement."Let's go slut," Becka said, taking my hand. "Time to literally fuck you up."I thought she meant getting me hammered, which in retrospect she did, but not with liquor as I assumed.We walked into the club, Becka still holding my hand, and I immediately noticed there were a lot of black men. This didn't surprise me, Becka only fucked black men, something she was very proud of.I stammered, "W-w-why are we here?" To have your bachelorette party, of. I bet they made a splash! I was thrilled to be considered by such a school. They were a private school which did not receive any federal funding from the government. However, they offered three hundred free tuition scholarships per year, and selected students from schools to receive them. Minority males were their first priority. Young Black, Hispanic and Asian men. How about that? I won the scholarship and moved into the dorms in late August of that year. Man, it was so awesome. To be on.