Maybe that's why I don't object to looking like apretty girl, who's going to tease me about it, certainly not Frank orhis cronies?"Mrs. Meyer, I don't...know what I should say. To be honest that's theprettiest girl I've ever seen and can't believe it's me. A boyshouldn't be that pretty." Well, you are, Mark, and that's why I asked you over here today. Asyou know, I used to be a model, and Cindy is one now. I know you shareher experiences when you talk about her photo shoots, after all you'rebest. The vacuumcleaner's noise killed the noise of her car.The expression in her face was a mixture of amusement and contempt asthey both looked at her in a worried manner.She only said a few words, "Imelda you can continue your vacuuming, asfor you Nick I want to see you now in my office upstairs." Then sheturned and started going up the stairs where she kept a small studio nextto the master bedroom where she could work during weekends of ifsomething urgent was coming up.He followed her starting to. " If you can't handle the pain, then you know what to do: 'TheCountdown'."She just implied that I should go cold turkey; hypnotizing myself backinto Kimberly. We agents seldom used the technique because once weapplied the technique, our true persona would be suspended and put intothe passenger seat of our soul. Even though it certainly made thedisguise flawless and perfect, agents often lost their grip on thetechnique. This would render them useless in regards of the mission.The method was. On days when I felt particularly fed up I would use the slightest excuse to arrange a work meeting with Jenny, just to see her sunny smile, and hear her throaty chuckle as I cracked jokes and we shared the latest gossip about this or that colleague. We got to work together properly about 18 months after the trolley incident. I was picked to be part of a small team to work on a special project, and was told I was entitled to an assistant. I immediately suggested Jenny, with no idea if she would.