He used the tweezers again to pull out a few hairs under his eyebrows.Just a few. But then they looked out of balance. Just a few on theother side. ...A few more. He had made a bit of mess of things.He decided to call in sick. He never did that. He was conscientiousto a fault. He was always thinking of what others were doing if hewas not there. He was a man without too much loyalty towards hisemployer - he had been stealing from them for years - but rather afear of losing his place among. Then the trust rolled over into that college’s scholarship fund. If she quit, the money was still spend! Her hands were tied up in a very neat bow. She was not standing still for that! He knew her well though, she couldn’t, wouldn’t quit school. Cecilla and I never had much extra money, but what we did have went into Ce’s college fund. Gathered dimes and nickels, pinched pennies. Had mac and cheese nights, beans and wiener days. But money went into Ce’s college fund. Even as a little girl she. I mean! Sure, baby!” said Vinnie who could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Lead the way. I'm all yours!”She lead him, hand-in-hand, to her office, a place she made very clear to him that, if he ever set one foot in there, she would have him fired! Vinnie made sure everyone in the office knew, by holding up their hands with their interlaced fingers and winking and whistling loudly at every other male with whom he made eye-contact. Everybody froze and stared silently, unable to believe the. It was a ridiculous mental image...but it became less ridiculous when Tyler imagined a short Asian girl inPaul's place. Not that Tyler had any room to think Paul getting a facialwas ridiculous. Tyler, after all, had recently had meticulous stylingdone on his hair, and a full manicure and pedicure, and a thoroughmakeover, and a shopping trip where he tried on countless dresses andblouses and skirts. In the back of Tyler's mind, he began wondering whatit would be like to have a facial treatment.