"This is nothing compared to some of the ideas I have." I can't wait."They got up early the next morning and drove to the airport to catch their plane... Greg normally didn't enjoy aiports or long flights, though he had seen his fair share of both with frequent business trips. He didn't like the hassle of security and checking baggage, the long wait before the flight, or sitting in a too-small seat inside a tin can packed full of other sardines like him. True, he usually flew first class when the. Of course the old Wendy had had good days, but she had been fed up and miserable a lot of the time, harassed by this, worried about that, annoyed by something else. But for the last few days, she had been a picture of radiant happiness; not just that, but she seemed satisfied and fulfilled as well. The only time I had seen her upset was just now, when I showed my displeasure about the dirty books.Over dinner, I asked her straight out how she felt about life; had she noticed anything different. She'd made her debut on stage last night and now was the real test.Could she pass on the street.She used Wendy's makeup; not quire as heavy as stage makeup but stillplenty of it, especially eye makeup. She used lots of eyeliner andmascara and picked a ruby-red lipstick. Her nails were still paintedfrom last night. She sprayed herself with perfume.She's bought a change of underwear, black panties and matching bra. Sheslipped into these and brushed out her long blonde hair and then tied itin a. ’ ‘It’s OK,’ I said. ‘It’s happened. It’s over. You’re forgiven.’ ‘That’s just it. I’m not, and I don’t know how I can get to be. I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me. Hey, look, this present thing. I do want to give you a present for us, but also I do need her to see I’ve given you a present.’ And then suddenly I had an inspiration. ‘OK, get me some scaffolding poles and some rope.’ We took a compass and an old skateboard of mine and went round and found a scaffolding place where we.