At home I wore it loose. I undid it andbrushed it out. I would love for someone to style it for me. I kept myfinger and toenails neatly trimmed and sh...ped. I would often paint myfingernails.I went to the kitchen and began to prepare my supper. I was a fairlygood cook and loved to make my own meals. Tonight I was doing myfavorite, macaroni cheese. I had the TV on and was watching soaps. I hada glass of wine as I cooked. I had everything done by the time "The Boldand the Beautiful" started.After. What we felt was love. After about five minutes of holding each other, I asked her if she wanted to go out later for dinner and a movie."I would love that. I guess it would be a good way to get to each other better." we kept holding each other for about three minutes. She looked at me and me at her. "Ryan, i think I'm in love with you." "I love you, too." We both knew what would happen next. We both leaned in and kissed each other on the lips. It wasn't a very long one. Maybe about five seconds. "Sherry frowned and shook her head. "You can't be the teenager written about in the printed hype for this show."A distinguished man joined us. Was he Sherry's date? Husband? Lover? Her father was a possibility. He was old enough to be her father."There you are, Sherry," he said, his voice deep and commanding. He nodded at me."Uncle Harry, have you met this remarkable young artist?" Sherry asked."I have not," Harry said.Dr. Harry Crane was not only Sherry's uncle, he was also an art critic who. The bad news was that ‘the Boss’ had apparently decided to ramp up the attacks between Santa Fe and Socorro.The Judge wrote that, despite their best efforts, it wasn’t possible to keep track of either ‘the Boss’ or the middleman one hundred percent of the time. The watchers, including the Scout/Snipers, would lose both men somewhere in Santa Fe while following them at night at least forty percent of the time.The Judge had started marking the routes both men took, on a city map in his office, in.