"She lives in an upscale neighborhood and belongs to an exclusive country club. The car she drives should reflect her social status. Driving a ten yea... old Toyota is bad for her image." It's only seven years old," I said."Whatever. It's just doesn't fit the image of someone of our social status," Trish said.I looked at Megan for some help but she wouldn't even look at me."Just what social status are you talking about?" I said. "Megan and I aren't millionaires. We are just ordinary working. "She isn't in the Dorm, and she didn't signin for breakfast."Of course the I-5 designations hadn't started for the House Kittens untilwe'd come here so I knew that Kitten 69 had come with us from Earth. And shehad been one of Tyrea's favorites. She was also still a second year Kittenhaving failed in her Academic grades the first year, but it hadn't been bymuch. I also knew that it was because she'd not had any proper schoolingbefore coming to the Academy, this would actually be her third. I also got some more games for the kids to play.On the way back to the car, we walked past a jewelry store. The window was full of glittering diamonds. I tugged Valerie to a stop."See anything you like?" I asked.She looked at me, her stare level, and then surveyed the plethora of jewelry in the window."Don't tease me, Bob," she said."Who says I'm teasing?"She looked at me again."For as romantic as you can be, sometimes you are sadly lacking in that department." I haven't had a lot of practice,". What if I suffer a heart attack? I visualise the headlines in the local paper: Respectable local man dies in brothel – partner never knew. Witty whispers: ‘He went before he came!’ I alight at Pokesdown Station – aptly named – and I’m reminded of a rough suburb of London. I stroll down Boscombe High Street trying not to look like a bloke visiting a prostitute. I’m outside and press the buzzer – I’m sure everybody is looking at me. My heart is pounding. Answer the facking door! I want to say. A.