I can think of no reason to antagonize them right from the start."I am called Chronos. I did not think I was famous, but then again I did not count on...saving a 16 year old chatter box either," I give her an easy grin. She sniffs, but the other woman chuckles.Neither of them has the same charm and beauty that Annie had. She had long red hair, and a wicked sense of humor. We hit it off as friends right away."You must be Annie's friends." I try to be polite. They exchange looks, but don't answer.. "We both laughed. We quickly caught up on our Christmas breaks but had tosay goodbye as she had to get to class and I had to get to Mrs. Preston'soffice. I did notice one guy check me out, until he realized who I wasand I immediately saw daggers come out of his eyes.When I got to the principal's office, Mrs. Preston had not arrived yet.Mrs. Bergeron, the receptionist was on the phone and I tell she wastalking to Mom and telling her that Mrs. Preston wanted her to come andpick me up. She hung up. And sure enough, we breezed through the local and regional shows; there wasn't a woman there who held a candle to Becca, even clothed. With her clothes off, her perfect breasts on display, her perfectly trimmed landing strip inviting attention to her perfect little puss, she was untouchable.The finals, in Chicago, were only a little bit more competitive. Becca easily won her division, for women with kids age 6 through 9, but the woman who won the 9-12 group, Connie Templeton, looked pretty. "I was just picking on you."The pair walked down the back stairs and out of the private door to the deck. There was a second door that led to the alley beside the bar. The bar crowd had changed. The complexion was the same – young adults in their early to mid-20s – but the faces were new.Chuck gave the pair a wave when they walked in and headed over to them when they sat down at the bar. The inside of O'Bannon's Pub was generally less crowded than the back deck until later in the evening when.