"Okay, strap me in and we'll see what you can get out of her."Gabe knew better than to argue. After she was secure, he held out the remote control so ...he could press the activation button, and then Heidi was looking at him."Oh, it's you again." Yep, me again." He moved forward, making sure not to get too close. "You mentioned some names: Anne, Nancy, Heidi...what more can you tell me about them?" Gabe watched her carefully."Gabe..." she smiled at him. "Why not unbuckle me? We can have. Myreputation could not afford to have pictures out about town with mewearing lipstick and dresses and God knows what else. I had never donedrag, never done anything the least bit gay. I was a macho man beforethe song came out, although I did love that song until I found out theywere all gay."OK," Michelle said. "Let's get it done." She stood up and walkedtoward me, saying, "Look, Pauline, it's time to make your decision. Ireally could care less. Heidi talked me into giving you a chance. She speaks with barely a hint of her natural accent – education in her youth, and good company over the last few decades have worn it away. “Hello, my name is Christina Bradshaw. I’m 48 years old, and I’m the manager of an aged care facility in Leeds.”We continue the interview face-to-face, with her sitting demurely on a high stool, talking right into camera. She’s very pleasant.Why are you here with us today?“I’ve been married for 23 years ... And things are – well – I suppose you could say. “Well, you can go home, but you'll miss out.”“On what?”“Today the Year Eleven hockey team have training. You know who's on the team?”“Who?” I could guess.“Julia. Or are you over her?”“Yes, actually.” This was mostly true. Julia was a girl I had obsessed over since Year Eight – blonde, blue eyes, very pretty. I had never even spoken to her, and over the past year had accepted the fact I would never get the courage to do so. The curse of the shy.“Well, pick a new obsession.” He had gone over to.