Any way we started talking about politics and then films and had justpacked up breakfast when I noticed the time. It was 1:00pm and I wasstill in my ...hemise."It looks like someone is having a makeover this afternoon, doesn't itTracey?" Sarah teased."Sure does Sarah, I wonder who?" Tracey replied. "Not the man of thehouse, surely?" Alright, alright, I'm a man of my word and a bet is a bet. You don'tneed to rub it in." You have obviously never had a makeover before, rubbing it in is. Lauren liked her. She wore an orange shirt which looked too large, even with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and green corduroy trousers, which may have been the right size but were covered at the top by the cascading shirt. She moved quickly, but in a considered manner, showing them to seats and sitting on the edge of her desk.“Now, my dear, I’m told you are the next Kate Moss! Is that true?”“I don’t think so” said Lauren, giggling.“Well, let’s have a look. Stand up my dear. Have you done. "Weird." Yeah, that's what I thought. At first I was shocked, but then I was glad it wasn't drugs or booze. But then I was alarmed. There's so much of it? I've heard of teen girls being curious about sex, but that's going overboard. She's got stacks of it!"Now I could sense a little bit of a tremble in her voice."Are you okay?" I asked."Yeah," she said. "I'm just a little cold, and a little shaken up I guess. I hope you don't mind me waking you up like this so late." I don't mind," I replied.. It took her awhile, but she eventually noticed when he was up to something, unless he took measures to hide his activities. The ground had been to hard though, so her freshly planted flowerbeds became the new ground zero. He already had plans to lay boards over the hole and cover them up with dirt and even a few of the tulips she had just moved from a pot to the bed. When Tim heard his mother’s shrill voice calling for him, he looked down at his grubby six-year-old hands and then past them to.