"I froze. It was Ed. And he'd called me Paul."You called me Paul." So?" Everyone else is calling me Paula." So that's the reason for... what you're we...ring?" Yes. Maybe we should talk in private in my room."We went down to my room. "I got that dress from Santa. I don't know how toexplain it. But now everyone is acting like I've always been Paula. Everyoneexcept you." Hmm," thought Ed. "I got something from Santa too." He pulled out a strangelooking stick. It began to glow."Oh wow, it hasn't. Across the typing pool from David a burly Marine corporal stood guard before a door entitled importantly "War Room". Moving in and out of this doorway, various ATS, WAAFs and other women in uniform hurried — placing reports on secretaries tables or picking them up.David made his way between the tables and came to Mavis table. Like the others she was busily typing away. Soon though, she finished her report, stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles. Standing up she spoke to David. "Your. "Whoo hoo went the crowd." Sherry got up and instructed me to go to the bedroom and wait. Without hesitation I did as I was told. The lights were off and I laid down on the bed, mind racing. I waited for a few minuets and there was a knock at the door and it opened. "Hello?" a short petite framed woman stood at the door. I nodded. She came in and said" I am Rhonda, are you sure your ok with this?" I nodded yes. Quickly she shed her jeans and I laid back on the bed. "Can you breathe through that. It must have showed on her too as they crew kept telling her how radiant she looked and Pete said she had never looked more beautiful.The shoot wrapped on time and Angel got her stuff together for the return drive. They were loaded up quickly and headed back on the small two-lane road back to Miami. There was no traffic at all and Pete, who was driving, must have been anxious to get to the darkroom and develop his film because he was way over the speed limit.They had only driven about 10 miles.