"I help run this place." Hi," she giggled and looked down shyly."Let's get some drinks and sit down," I offered.We chatted for a while and I took her ...hone number, she seemed happy enough to let me have it.Terry was waving at me for it was time to close."Got to go," I said and stood up reluctantly. "I'll ring you, ok?" Sure," she said with a giggle and I noticed that she pushed her chest out just a little to catch my eyes."Yeah, got to go," I said lifting my eyes off her chest.With three of us. Had she have done so, she would have been a little alarmed to hear thatthat her peers were actually concerned for her as they had read the article andgrasped it?s implications. This concern quickly evaporated when Sara flouncedthrough the canteen loudly commenting on the pale skin of several of the girlsand assuring them that she would soon be back with a good all-over suntan. That afternoon the tea break lasted longer than normal as one of theoffice juniors read aloud a magazine article about. "Do you really want to go out Friday?" With you, Candace? Of course I do. I can't believe you can switch from musical comedy to Shakespearean tragedy so easily." It's not a tragedy, it's a comedy." Strange sense of humor." Let's not quibble about Shakespeare. I want you to myself Friday." You have me, love. After all, I practically proposed to you on national TV." That was local and hardly a proposal, but this is. I propose we cook dinner for your parents Friday night." That's our date?" Just. Do you understand, Adela?" Yes, Mommy..."Mommy smiled at my response. I grinned back at her, happy that she waspleased like Tia Ana and Adriana said every woman is when she is obeyed.She then looked me in the eyes and said, "Please call me Mrs. Bryceland.We need to make sure that there are no slip ups, dear, until they'recaught."I nodded in silence, understanding her reasoning. I felt like a pieceof me died as I responded to Mommy, "Yes, Mrs. Bryceland."She smiled again and she hugged me as.