.."I started seething, an anger flaring up from my core. I slammed my book down and scrambled off my bed. "No way!" What sadism had possessed my paren...s to give me a name that was also a girl's name? Plus what with being a smart and nerdy boy, I'd been teased with that Boy Wonder crap for most my life. "If I'm Robin," I hissed, "then you have to go as Buttman."She blanched in astonishment, unconsciously moving her hands to her hips. I was ready to be really cruel. From the way she filled her. "I just wanted us to talk, first," she said, sounding almost conspiratorial; friends sharing a secret. "To make sure you were okay. You seem a little," she touched Linda's upper arm, holding it tenderly, "flustered." She smiled, a warm and friendly smile, but there was a danger behind her eyes. No, she thought. Not danger. Daring. "Tyler and I, we play, together. You know what I'm talking about?"Linda thought she knew where this conversation was going because her imagination was already there.. "Can I help Miss, aahh, a ring is your interest. Surprising how manysingle girls buy one for themselves. Many like to have a diamond but onthe right hand."She hadn't remembered me especially with the wig, which was good. Ofcourse as I was dressed and in tall heels, it was easy to disappear.Today I agreed, I wanted a serious ring for my right hand.I left an hour later with a three quarter caret solitaire set inplatinum. The credit card wasn't an issue and that surprised me. Maybeshe did recall. The non-event started first, probably because it had an unfair advantage. In the morning's news, the Navy had still not renamed CVN-77. By lunchtime they still hadn't renamed it. They maintained their consistent position - sitting on their asses - all day.Mom got an email from an underling in Jonathon's organization at midday, confirming that "According to the criteria set down by the creature referred to as Archangel Michael, the absence of your son Mark Anderson's body would not seem to be an.