I look in the mirror day after day and try to see the beauty that Dawn says I have. I just don’t see it, and judging by some of the looks I get fro... the rest of the world, neither did anyone else. The following day, the phone rings. It’s a local number but I didn’t recognize it so I let it go to VM. As soon as the caller hung up I checked my messages. I hear a sexy voice say “Hi, this is Caitlin. I got your number from Dawn and she said that you would be interested in meeting me. She. Betty wasn't really sure why it was so important to her to make a good impression on Stacy, but reasoned that it couldn't hurt.Finally, steeling herself, she walked in. The maitre'd was the same lady who'd been there so long before."Hello, can I help you?" Yes. I have a reservation. It's for Betty, uh, I mean Elizabeth Brust." Elizabeth... Elizabeth... Yes, right here. Oh. Now I remember you, you've been in once before, haven't you? Quite some time ago." Well, yes I have." So you're that. Jane was the first to wake up, a little too early, she though – but the sun through her windows was too good to miss. They had not planned a walk yet, or a visit to a new place, so she showered and dressed in her best clothes – she wanted to look beautiful to Ian, and she knew he thought she was, but she wanted to feel certain of herself. While she prepared breakfast she thought about the day before. They’d certainly come a lot closer. She had enjoyed holding him on their walk, and she could. I really don't know what you were thinking," John said, while shaking his head.I just nodded, and waited to see what his answer was. That was one reason I had come to this man. He was a politician, and a statesman. He was someone I had come to respect a great deal in a relatively short time. He was a man I esteemed, more than anyone since my parents had died.He pursed his lips and thought a moment. He took up a pen and paper, wrote down a name, an address and phone number, and gave them to.