With the final platinum last under layer ofextensions finishing off the ombre brunette to blonde coif in a v-shapehalf way down his back, he had style...that looked right out of a promadvertisement or magazine.Topping it off, the glittering clip of rhinestones and sapphires thatheld his braids together and framed his curls would just ensure thateven from behind he dazzled, as it would be almost too much to handlethat he'd become this breathtaking.If his designer dress or his princess hairdo would. Hearing aresounding no, Vic placed the bill on the table."Did you think it over?" Christina asked.Vic shook his head, pretending he had not given any thought to it.Christina shook her head and said, "You know there's only one answer." What's that?" Yes. Thank you, Christina. I'd love to do it. Thank you so, somuch."Vic blushed at her words before she added, "Tell me you'll agree. Whatelse do you have?"Vic thought about her words. He knew he had nothing to lose. He hadbeen weighing the. It was a Wednesday afternoon during her Junior year in college and Ana was at her friend Megan's apartment. She had a few hours in between classes so she, Megan and other friends would often hang out, smoke pot, watch TV or whatever. Megan and Ana were sitting on a small couch talking about guys when Megan noticed the clock on the wall. “Hey, don't you have class at two today?” Ana looked at her confused as if her comment was random. "Yeah, why?" "It's 2:30 now." Ana jumped up in alarm. . To my surprise, after that initial bedtime wobble, I actually slept well. I’d read an Arthur Hailey paperback, “Hotel”, on the train; it hadn’t been good enough to read again so I’d left it for someone else. I couldn’t connect with his characters and their various back stories in a hotel in New Orleans; although it was obviously very well researched, there was just too much going on, and much of it was a series of frankly unbelievable coincidences. Yeah, it had whiled away my journey at a.