I wiped the mess with my forearm and remained on my skinned knees anticipating the next of several more young soldiers who gathered to watch, a few wi...th erections expanding the material of their army issued green underwear or menacingly displayed without shame. I wondered if those individuals werenít trying to earn favor of the powerful man in demonstration of their eagerness to abuse the enemy as was expected of them.The man noted the fear in my eyes, smiled and chuckled in a satisfied, smug. Walters said. "Sit down Miss Cynthia". He gave the students their reading assignments and told the rest that they were free to go. The classroom emptied out leaving Cindy sitting there and Mr. Walters leaning on the corner of his desk. After a long pause, Mr. Walters looked at Cindy, "Miss Cynthia, we have a problem. This is a communications class. I am the teacher and you are the student.,,, Do you understand?" Cindy just grinned and said, "yeah, sure." Mr. Walters walked over to Cindy's desk. "Sam shouldn't have bought that one, but I suppose—" It's a lot worse than that, Cam," Marilyn interrupted. "Now look." And she picked up the newspaper, which was open to a review of last night's opening. She shoved it at us and covered her eyes.I grinned at the headline: "St. John shines in Traviata." Oh, and hadn't she just! And I kept staring at it until Camilla abruptly yelled "Shit!"I looked at her in surprise, and then followed her finger pointing to the third or fourth paragraph. And saw. I can't believe I've agreed to try to get women to notice these men, either. What in the hell would Denise say if she heard me agree to this?Cabrero pointed to the ring right away. "Cool," he said, and that was all."Four, please," Lenore said, and they were escorted to a table. All around them, the members of the Task Unit who had come were seated, pretending that they didn't know each other, until the section of the restaurant had been filled. It didn't take long for the wait staff to realize.