She looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at the perfectly appliedmake-up, with soft shadowy eye shadow and blusher uplifting her cheeks,full plump...ruby red lipstick glistening with lip gloss sheen. She turnedherself around admiring the view of her calves and pert bottom, she hadon her new black and white outfit by Red Herring that she had seen andjust had to buy. Black knee high boots that complimented her opaque lacehold-ups and a little page-boy wig that simply framed her. " So, if I might ask, "What's your screen name?" Now, aren't we getting personal again," she giggled."You don't have to answer." Meet Doctor Throat." As in the same Doctor Throat who posts sometimes on my No Strings board?" The world can be a pretty small place. It's almost like we're living in some version of Second Life." Uh, can we talk about doctor-patient confidentiality for just a moment?" Absolutely, Charley. I'm a professional. None of this will wind up on any message board." I didn't. "How 'bout it?"I fought to keep the grin off my face, to keep them from knowing how eager I was."Who's gonna do the obits?"Shawn laughed."It's not like it's going to take you the whole day, Hando."Rachel shot her a glare."It's true, Rach," Shawn said with another laugh. "His press secretary's going with him, which means that Krissy Mackley is going to be doing the availabilities. They wouldn't let her announce her own resignation for fear she'd fuck it up and announce she'd been appointed. "I think that's better," Richard said."Definitely," Sandra agreed. "The first few lines sing over a similar thing as the intro."Richard nodded. He penciled in the accents and a couple of counts in his score, and then waited for Emily to start the movement again. This time they went on, and Sandra sang with them. Richard began to make sense of the movement, and things went smoother on his end.He found that playing accompaniment was quite different than playing solo piano, and was still somewhat.