. " Fuck them!" Norman said."Yeah!" Paul continued. "And I don't know about you guys, but I've been begged so often to pop cherries that I couldn't wa...it to get under their pants, but now the girls don't want to have anything at all to do with us!" Maybe they all turned lesbian," Norman said."Oh, bullshit! But something's happened to turn them off us. What are we going to do?" I don't know, Paul," John said thoughtfully, chewing on a piece of straw.Outside the barn, Hill laughed, as he learned. " Maybe I should go?" There's nothing keeping you. Are you going back to that sterile little place in the hills?" How did you ... What do you mean, 'sterile'? It's an expensive apartment in a desirable part of town. You've never been there. How do you know it's 'sterile'?" You've just answered. I don't need to see it." Don't fucking play games with me, Bradley. What the hell is this squalor you live in anyhow? Rather 'sterile' than unhygenic." Oh you're fun," he laughed. "Yes, it is squalid. I. Sometimes I stumble and fall but I am quickly on my feet again, running away in panic. I am simply scared to death about what will happen if these savages ever catch me again.Far away in the jungle, I can hear screams and shouts coming from different directions, but it seems like I have laid a comfortable distance between me and those chasing me. But I have no idea where I am and the natives know this ground very well. Finally, I must stop and take a rest. I fall down on my knees and lean. This time it was some swanky dinner at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel honoring the pointless talents of a colleague who brought in more business than whatever. Being the Chameleon inherent in my persona, I arrange with the coordinator of the event to pose as a waiter.About two dozen round tables fill the event room where the affair is being held. I flit about dressed in a white waiters coat appearing as if I am actually working. The room is dimly lit as everyone focuses on an elderly gentleman with.