Are you free sometime next week? I'd like to see you. Drop me a line. Amy.' I clicked on the Reply button, then stared unseeingly at the screen. Amy w...s the ex-student I had dated for a few weeks at the beginning of the summer. Time to set the record straight, I guess. Our mutual break-up was more her breaking up with me, though I didn't fight it. I didn't take it well either, hence my 'throwing myself into my work' bit earlier. She was a senior in my Developmental Biology lab section. However,. I am very pleased with how open and fair you were. You have played the game with flair.”“Thank you,” Amaya said. She almost tried to engage him in more conversation. She wasn’t quite ready for him to go just yet.“If you will look outside your door, you’ll find your reward. Until next time, good-bye.”He hung up. Amaya bit her lip and sighed. That didn’t quite go the way she wanted. She had hoped for some clue as to what he wanted out of her but instead, he had just tested her again. Amaya’s. Hesauntered back to his desk, and resumed flicking through the magazine.Alicia stood in the darkness of her lab, her back against the coldsteel door and cried.It seemed like she cried for hours, the blackness around her filled herheart, filled her with loathing and hatred, filled her with a need forrevenge and an urgency to do it now."I'll show them... I'll show them all..." something in her cracked... apiece of her that held the difference between sanity and insanity. Ragedrove her on, her. It was a bold color, butstill classy. "What do you think? It's too much isn't it..?" "No!That's a great shade," I said. "Shade?" she asked with a coy smile."Yeah, it's a good color." "Ooookkk wierdo..." she said. She must havethought something was different. Multiply this with the fact that shemay or may not have seen me in a robe with painted toes. She puts thelipstick in her tote. She picked out some brushes, bb cream, and make upremover. As we walked over to the counter to pay and.