"Thinking about Mr. Langley?" she said, handing over a glass.The question startled Gwen. Slightly flustered, she used the offending hand to grab a pil...ow, then propped her head up before taking the drink. “just wool-gathering, I suppose.”"Sure you were," smirked Ann, as she sat down with one leg tucked under facing the mostly prone Gwen.“Now about the good Dr. Gandhi, or whatever his name was. He was kinda shy but he’d been trying to work up the nerve to ask me out all summer. I kind of liked. Jen had dreaded telling Mum that she’d broken up with that philanderer Scott and moved out of their house into a cupboard-like flat. She also felt ashamed that he’d cheated on her so often, the true facts of Scott’s serial betrayal only emerging after they broke up. Soon, her friends divulged what they had known all along but had feared to tell her. This only made Jennifer feel that his affairs were partly her fault, hence her low opinion of herself. Her Mum had adored the charming and flirty. That made him feel a bit better at least. He turned back to the docking plane and steeled himself as the door opened. So long as he made sure everything was documented to hell and back and he didn't give this bastard any excuse to declare the results invalid, then there was still hope for getting the data published. David was still surprised by the woman who emerged. He was expecting a bureaucrat or an engineer of some kind who'd be scouring their report for errors and loopholes. He had never. (Gwen had been a manherself once, until an encounter with the SRU Wizard, and understoodEric's longing quite well.)She had met up with Eric almost two hours earlier, letting him in aservice entrance, and "Erica" had treated herself to a real shoppingspree. "I'm going to be turning 52 soon," Eric told Gwen. "This is mybirthday present to myself."Eric had tried on more than a dozen outfits and was taking home almosthalf of them. Gwen seemed to have a special touch for finding clothingthat could.