"Look Karl, I'm not saying it again, it's Peter at least here. If you're not comfortable at work, that's one thing. For your information, I have plans... of changing the "culture" there. I want a team, not a bunch of robots." But enough of talk about work, how will the Giants and Jets fare this year?" That started a lively conversation and I quietly got another round for the group. Someone put some money into the juke box and suddenly there were folks dancing. Cindy grabbed me "come on Peter, show. Aware how out of place she felt, she was making little attempt to disguise her dislike for Father Ambrose, his chapel, and all things religious.“It is where all Undesirable illegals apprehended in the London area get sent. Your father was culled there, was he not, Eva?”“Yes.” A shadow passed over Eva’s face.“And this boy works there? And yet he wants your help? To do what?”“I don’t know. But he sounded desperate. And the only safe place I could think of to meet him was here.”Father Ambrose took. She thought to herself that if her clothes were off obviously her brother hadn’t been able to hypnotize her or he would be making her cluck like a chicken. She would give him another day to practice but in the meantime, she was gonna go back to her room and listen to music and masturbate.She got up tossing the headset off and took off out of his room. When she got back to her room she went directly into her closet to find her vibrator egg. When she finally found it she pulled out egg vibrator. The question I have for you is: will you be the next great poet? The next Langston Hughes, the next Yusef Komunyakaa, the next Amiri Baraka—or will you settle for being a down- and-out illiterate slam poet without a pot to piss in, working gig to gig, not knowing where you’ll wind up?”Claude disliked his tone. He certainly wasn’t illiterate or down-and-out. Although he hated living at home and being broke all the time, he still found great satisfaction competing at the slams. In the clubs and.