Doing what? I blurted out. Oh, modeling, of course, she replied nonchalantly. Harry couldn’t hold back at that point, and took over the story from t...ere. It seemed that, when Rachel lived with him, Harry put together a pretty decent portfolio of his best photographs of her and sent them out to several modeling agencies. Within weeks, he was getting calls about her, and soon they were off to New York City. Rachel wowed the agency people, and she breezed through her auditions. She had bookings. Sometimes this will help to relax the muscles in the back and alleviate the pain.On that morning, however, it was not to be.I managed to get myself back to my bedroom, get myself dressed, and move to at least a standing position, although I was walking slightly hunched over.During a normal day at work, I try to make a point of walking a circuit around the office a couple of times every hour so that my back doesn’t tighten up from sitting all day. On this day, though, I didn’t move from the. All of this supposedly being proof that I was a true woman, finally. Or maybe that I wasn't."When I finished, Tinka was smiling, and Denise the same, even more broadly, "I don't believe that woman!" she said. "She should be Ambassador to the Universe! President of the World!"Tinka explained. "Oh, we went upstairs for my recipes and started talking babies and nursing, all right, you and me. I could see you were over the hill and not likely to remember anything, so I told you our little secret,. Alcohol was sold at the dance, but only upperclassmen could buy it. Freshmen got the upperclassmen to front for them, so everybody who wanted to drink was able to do so. Since the girls had been to the dance before we asked them what to wear. They said it didn’t matter. Nobody with any sense went there naked, though. Just be sure to wear a shirt you don’t mind losing. We agreed to meet at the dance. Craig asked us if he could come with us. Sure, the more the merrier. Jay and I put on cargo.