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...more sexual meaning of "to hook up," saying that "hooking up definitely implies a horizontal position." And in addition to the general perception of "making out" as a lesser act, there is a certain stigma connecting the expression to the late 1950s and drive-ins, or as Sam T. Mouton '01 angrily declares, "Making out is so Junior High." Allison C. Connolly '01 agrees that "it's very seventh grade--it was big time in seventh grade, like second base...
...like a sun king in the South of France, sharing a tile-roofed farmhouse with his strawberry-blond Swedish wife. He read books, put idle thoughts to paper and played in a bridge club every Friday. She baked bread, tended garden and strolled into the nearby village of Champagne-Mouton on market day, tall and delicate, a sight so fair the mayor's tired old heart would stir. The Gold Creek met the Silver Creek near the Mallons' acreage, and all around, the gentlest breeze would set fields of sunflowers ablaze with waves of golden light...
...international rock star and a billionaire socialite; and even a brief attempt by a vigilante cyberposse from Australia to stalk the computer junkie by Internet. Three times in those 16 years, police were close enough to feel his heat. Each time, Einhorn melted away. Now, in remote Champagne-Mouton, another chance...
...early-to-bed town of farmers was bug-eyed when the case broke, but few people in Champagne-Mouton knew Einhorn, a man who spoke little French and was seldom seen except to pick up his International Herald Tribune twice a week at the village newsstand. A pile of the papers ordered for him sits there now. At the nearby police station, the gendarme who knocked on Einhorn's door wonders if ever again he will see "FBI" on the same line as "Champagne-Mouton" in the papers. There hasn't been a single crime in the village since Einhorn...
...inside the mind of the hunter and the hunted. The author of The Sunday Macaroni Club, a fiercely funny crime novel that features a similarly crusading attorney, Lopez pursued his own quest. It took him to Einhorn's lawyers in Paris, the murderer's former hideout in Champagne-Mouton, and Einhorn himself. "I wanted to gauge by his eyes whether the murder had registered," says Lopez. "As far as I could see, it hadn...