"Candice giggles and shakes her head. "No, but I can ask her next time." Don't even get that idea," Lana tells her sternly. "And when are youmeeting h...r next?"Candice is silent for a moment. "She didn't say," and then adds "And Ididn't ask.." Oh," exclaims Lana."I know what's running in your head," Candice tells her, "Why will shewhen you have already put yourself out on the first date.."Lana shakes her head and smiles slightly. "How can that cross my mindwhen it is you, if someone has been. I replaced the receiver onto its cradle and thoughtfully took another mouthful of my drink.The phone that I hung up did not exist. The line was routed via a computer in a bank in Los Angeles and then to an answering service in Madrid, to a further computer in an ISP in Johannesburg. Hence at least two other switchboards in two companies in Sydney who didn't even know that it was possible to do what I was doing no matter who was doing it. I had a cut off switch in Johannesburg if a trace was. ............?A head. A doll's head. A life sized Barbie Doll's head. The hair of a platinum blonde is set in a bizarre 1960s flick up style. Its eyebrows are arched high, its huge eyes heavily made up, the?nose a tiny retrousse, the fat lipped?mouth slightly open. A pretty face but disturbing, not entirely human. Something between a pouting sex doll and a 1960s illustration of?the perfect ?woman.?Mrs Bishom?bends at the waist and looks intently at it, she is breathing hard, her nostrils. Alone. At that moment, I simply wanted to get the hell out of there before things went from bad to worse. I almost made it, too, but in the split second between speaking and turning away, I saw my true meaning register in his eyes. Goodbye. They grew rounder as they instantly filled with tears, but he didn’t speak. There really wasn’t anything left to say. All my fears, my warnings, about the evening’s potential for disaster materialized as if foretold by a gypsy’s crystal ball. Part of me.