"Need a haircut, No-Nut?"Cameron turned around to see one of the girls, Amanda who was knownfor being a real piece of work, leaning on the back of his...seat andpulling on his hair. "I got one just last Friday!" he said, which wasactually true. He turned to the window, reflecting his image slightly.His ears were covered and his bangs almost to his eyes. It must besome kind of trick of the light or something, that couldn't possiblybe right.The other girl in the seat behind Cameron grabbed his hand. But I've taken too much of your time already. There's a very anxious young lady outside who's been waiting far too long to see you. So let me leave, and I'll show her in. We'll talk in a few days, when you're voice is better."I nodded in agreement. Holy shit! Vice President did he say? He opened the door, and Debbie was standing there. She looked magnificent. She had really tight bike shorts, sneakers and puffy sweatshirt. Just like she stepped off California beach. She had some small bruises. ... plenty of scope in the organisation for young girlsof spirit and enterprise. And I think you would find our salaryscale and pension plans quite exceptional."The evening sun filtered through the sparkled spray of thefountain's fall so that the light shifted continually across Gracede Messembry's face giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Thesame light half blinded David as he turned towards her. With hernothing was ever left to chance was the only coherent thought hecould muster. Again. Fuck it…why should I. Just some silly, female teenage musings is what I expected. The first page had just four lines: VICTORIA PENELOPE SMYTH-WORTHINGTON O’SCOURIES MY SEXUAL LIFE VOLUME TWO AUGUST 1993-JANUARY 1996 What the fuck??? I quickly opened the other four — Volumes three, four, five, six. Volume Six ended at December 31st 2006. I stared at them for minutes before I picked up Volume Two again. I wondered where Volume One was. Turning the page I was faced with: AUGUST 28TH 1993 GREGORY.