Elizabeth had promised herself that she’d have just one drink.  A Long Island Iced Tea perhaps.  Where’d be the harm?  School was out for the Summer.  Her student’s report cards sent home; all the textbooks returned; her next year’s teaching contract was on her desk.  Here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had witnessed it all.  The renown Montetorkie school had consumed many a promising teaching career.  The continuing demand for excellence exceeded the grasp . . .   In the end settled on an open tab and a long afternoon of Cosmopolitans.