You’ve missed three classes in a row, without even calling to let me know what happened. That’s not like you.’ She was a perfect contrast to Jes...ica’s unkempt appearance, dressed immaculately with not even a single honey-blonde hair out of place on her head. Her blue-gray eyes radiated sympathy, mixed with confidence that whatever was wrong could be fixed. Jessica wished she could hate her. Jessica looked up at her with a plastic grin and wide, terrified eyes that she knew made the smile look. Tune out the distractions and tune in the character. Just like in acting class. Be the bimbo.What was her motivation? What did she think? How did she think? No, no, that wasn't right. A bimbo didn't think. She was stupid. Irrational. Impulsive. Shallow. A bimbo didn't worry about seeming smart, about knowing what was going on around her. She was worried about looking pretty. About being sexy. About guys looking at her, giving her attention, giving her presents. Yes, that was her motivation! She. I put my tightest skirt on that I knew showed off my arse but was still respectable office wear. A blouse and heels completed the outfit so I headed for work. Even though I was busy, the morning dragged a little. I was on edge, filled with anticipation and the inane chatter in the office was starting to grate. When the email I had been waiting for finally arrived, I couldn’t help but smile. Subject: ‘Meeting’. We always tried to remain professional so that anyone who happened to read our emails. "I'm afraid we exhumed your body, it was the only way to get the correct cells, but we did bury you again." The woman explained as if this was normal to talk to a ghost like this.Margaret turned to me, "John what should I do? Can't you tell me?" She asked.I shook my head, "To be able to hold you again, to really kiss you again ... I would say do it, but I'm just being selfish about it. I'm sorry Mags; it's something that only you can decide." I said."You have to be aware that we're not sure.