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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1649917" data-attributes="member: 20284">Introduction: Quinton Stark III<img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~abramdress/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/quintonstarkiii.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Introduction: Quinton Stark III11:25 PM July 12th, 2004Your BMW M3 takes the corners like a champ, even in this pouring rain.  Good investment, if you do say so yourself, paid for with profits from a batch of finals.  It looks hot.  You tell yourself that’s why you bought it – for the girls.  But it goes fast, and you know that sometimes it’s good to have something that will get you somewhere fast – or away from somewhere fast.---Like John.  Uncle John wasn’t fast enough.  He died in a very messy manner, splattered across a Manhattan street with a “suicide” note resting on his desk, 12 floors above his corpse.  It wasn’t in his handwriting, even the cops knew that.  And the last line, “I shouldn’t have crossed the Nickels” gave you your only hint who was responsible.  The cops didn’t care and the case was closed within days.  Suicide.Uncle John had returned from a trip to the North Carolina Outer Banks shortly before his murder.  He was worried and secretive, even with his favorite nephew, when he got back.  Guess he got caught.  Should have gone faster.  Perhaps that’s why you chose William & Mary.  Someday you may find out whodunit.---You arrive at the McDonalds a few minutes early and kick back the seat to relax and listen to the radio bump.  You’re in no hurry to go in there.  You need the extra credit to pass your Anthropological Study of Native American Cultures class, but you figure as long as you show the effort you’ll have no trouble getting a passing grade.  Hell, you could talk yourself into a B without doing any homework in most classes.  Professor Gallivan is a hard ass though.  His classes used to be so much easier, but now he’s just a bit of a dick.  Enough thoughts about ugly old professors.  You gaze at the photograph on your rear view mirror.  Vanessa Steel.  Daaaaaamn...---She took you for a fool, took you for a ride, and took you for a load of cash.  You never lost like that, and you never enjoyed losing more.  Vanessa was an incredible woman with the types of talents that you only dream of.  There have been plenty of women in your bed since she turned you down, and plenty before.  But that’s the one you will have.  Oh yes.---Time to go.  You sprint through the rain, thoroughly soaked by the time you slam through the doors of the Yorktown McDonalds.  Meadow (she’s a cute enough girl who seems to think she’s a witch) and Professor Gallivan (hard ass) are here.  Rebecca is, of course, not.You’ve been waiting a while when Rebecca finally arrives, looking pretty hot.  She comes to the table, carrying her backpack and purse and a soaked umbrella.“Hi Professor Gallivan.”  Oh, she’s totally macking on the old teacher.  That’s disgusting.“Have a seat, Ms. Michaels.”“Thank you, Martin, I will.”  She squeezes into a seat too close to Gallivan.“Yorktown’s a bit out of the way, isn’t it, Prof?”“A bit, Mr. Stark, but I wanted some privacy.”“Privacy then, great.  Well let’s get down to it.”  You’re impatient to get this crap over with.Rebecca nudges closer to Gallivan.  “Yes, let’s get down to it.”  Disgusting.The door opens and some guy comes in, orders some food.“So you all want some extra credit.”  You all nod.  Professor Gallivan reaches under the table and rummages around in his satchel.  He sets a small stone figurine on the table, shaped like a bear.  Yee ha, more boring anthropology crap.  Suddenly, Meadow spits out a mouthful of salad and keels over.  “Are you alright, Meadow?” Professor Gallivan asks.She nods at the professor.  “Just a little bad salad, thanks.”Gallivan nods and continues.  “I found this on my dig in Mexico last year.”“Mexico?” you say.  “They have a lot of bears down there?”“Not really, Quin.  Interesting, isn’t it?  Anyway, we’re all going to find out a little something about this artifact.  I’ve…. done…”  Professor Gallivan rummages through his satchel and pulls some papers out. “…some research already…”Another customer comes in.  You squirm uncomfortably.  Rough looking guy.  He doesn't look interested in your table though.The Prof tosses the papers on the table and you deftly move your Diet Coke out of the way before it gets knocked over.  Time to "show some effort."</blockquote>

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