My headcleared remembering I had to go see the human recourses people at work atMister Briggs request, or was it a command. Like all my recentactivit...es I seemed duty bound to follow instructions.I resigned myself to the task at hand and went about my morning routine.Amy's voice would pop in my head as I did my enema, shower and makeup. Itried to go lightly on the makeup but I couldn't help myself as I wentbold with foundation, pencils and lipstick.In the bedroom I saw the skirt suit Debra. After a moment, his other hand came up and began playing with my hair, almost absentmindedly. Its one of the things I love about being out here. All the stars. So beautiful, yet so out of reach. His gaze dropped to me, and I could see the simple smile that upturned one side of his mouth. I still dont like it, Holly. With that, he brought the conversation back to where it started. His fingers continued to move gently through my hair as he spoke. Youll be making a mistake. The look in his eyes. He left the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked. The car would probably be gone inside of an hour. He took the suitcase and made his way into a deserted back alley. Carefully, he took the vial of DNA virus from the suitcase and drank its contents.The one good result from all this was that he would lose nearly twenty years in age. He hated to give up his life and appearance, but unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life on the run, there was no choice. The body he had chosen was. It is dedicated to Steve Zink, who has been very selfless with his editing, comments, and other input on more than just this story for me. Thanks Steve. -----------------------------------------------------------------Chat Room Rendezvousby Maggie FinsonDick Grayson seated himself in the privacy of his bedroom, alone with his computer for company, and let out a long sigh of anticipation. Bruce was out for the evening to attend a charity function for disadvantaged children in the inner.