Oh hi John."John stared at her and smiled. "Hi Ashanti." What are you two talking about?" Nothing. I was just leaving." Amy said trying to move past J...hn."No! John, tell her not to leave."John looked puzzled. "Um ok... Amy, please don't leave."Amy blushed."Yeah you can join us too if you want John," Ashanti was persistent."Join you? For what?" John asked curiously."Just to hang out. We got plenty of champagne here." Well I can't turn down champagne now can I?" John smiled at Amy.Amy turned back. He worked in a bank so I imagined the house safe code was in there as well which it was. My parents were strict towards everything even my money was kept with my dad in the bank who would withdraw it if I asked but wanted to know what it was for and where I was buying it. One day when I was walking home from collage a group of my friends talked about drinking and all the exotic drinks they tried. I had never tried alcohol before I was eighteen, when I was allowed to try it on my eighteenth. . you did too, cousin!"And certainly she had. The long-legged, dark complexioned teen in my memory had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Her conservatively cut dark hair now framed her face and amplified the brightness of her familiar broad smile. I would have recognized that smile anywhere, but I'm not sure that I would have quickly recognized the rest of her. She looked so much more sophisticated and worldly now.Pamela moved gracefully around my office peering at pictures and taking in. I turn to theHeadmistress, she's just as buried in her makeup as well. 'Welcome tobeing TV ready," grins Mistress Cannon. "Thank you Victoria, okay Jezzie,practice that being 'silent', let's GO!' We tear out of the beautyacademy and race up the hallway.We get to the door of the courtyard. "Hold on." she clips on a leash tomy collar. "Optics dear." She leads me out into the courtyard. Thereare perhaps fifteen reporters and camera womyn."Did you all get time to set up? Good," says.