"What does the boi call himself?" asked Melody."Annie," laughed Helen. "The gurl next door." I like 'Annie'," said Melody. "He's very cute and woul... lookparticularly good in gingham. I am thinking of adding some items thatwould look good in gingham for the spring show. You are going to'interview' him tonight, I assume?" I am," replied Helen, "if he is suitable, I'll offer him the standardcontract." Good enough," said Melody. "Anything else?"---------------"As a matter of fact, yes," said. She gave them a short demo ride (the men eventually --not immediately!- christened it the Stump-Mobile). And they'd arranged to meet again at another 10k two weeks later. That one she had handled much more satisfactorily. At it, the men hugged her at the start and finish, and again escorted her across the finish line - the beginnings of a tradition. Having moved into her new digs, she briefly contemplated having a housewarming, then rejected it as emotionally unworkable -- she didn't need to. The father is bitter that he didn't at least look in on her. A good girl, he told me. You could depend on her, he said; they never thought to check on her, it was late and both he and his wife were tired."The gross autopsy was inconclusive, but the pathologist said he suspected a drug overdose. Toxicology came back yesterday. The amount of heroin in her blood would have killed a horse, much less a person. Plus, there is evidence of some sort of sleeping pills, maybe Seconal. They have to do. “Even worse, I really started acting like a whore. We had sex in the back of cabs and outdoors in St. James’ Park. We did things that you and I never, ever thought doing. Now I am so ashamed …” Annie concluded, sobbing and shaking her head, signalling that she did not want to provide any further details. “That’s why I avoided sex with you. You were too good for me. I’m nothing but a dirty slut, and I’m so sorry.” At this point Annie completely broke down. I couldn’t believe what he was.