Back on the concourse, Angie was taking the opportunity to check herselfout in the windows' reflection, still not believing that was really her.Okay, ... confess; so was I. Faye de Castro (so read her business card)was, in my estimation, an Oscar-caliber make-up artist. Yes, Angie's facewas heavily made-up; much more than I would have felt comfortable withfor myself, even on special occasions. The similarities to Faye's image,right down to the expert application, were obvious, and striking.. It was very interesting hearing about allthe different relationships and all the gossip about everyone. The verdictsabout people, whether for or against, were always so strong and clear: itwas all so emotional and chaotic but wonderfully exciting. It was betterthan watching soapies, because it was real, she reflected.There were lots of other school students in the crowded shopping centre,from many different schools. She noticed one pair of rather attractiveschoolgirls--taller than her but the. I’m not sure if it’s going to be whipped, but I think you’ll probably still want to lick it all up!’ Lisa laughed again. ‘I think she topped you, Hawk.’ I bit back ‘No, but I wish she would’ and just shook my head. I didn’t need to win all the time. Not with Gretchen, anyway. ‘You’re right, Lisa. Gretchen, honey, I’m going to be a good girl and earn my dessert. No business talk tonight. I wouldn’t want you to spank me.’ Gretchen got a gleam in her eye. ‘You know, you’re the second person to. "Rachael, I think we need to have Eric come over this evening."Chris said, "He will have to call into the unemployment office toturn in his hours. And maybe Dianne would like to see Eric before weleave for Denver."Both Rachael and Dianne shot Chris a puzzled look."It's only natural for Dianne to want to spend the night with herhusband before he goes to start a job in another city." Chriscontinued, "Don't you think, Rachael?" Yes, Chris, thank you for reminding me that there is anotherperson..