” He was getting into this. Grace had figured he would take a photo, maybe two and then stop. But from the way he was going about it, she knew these...photos were going to come out amazing- and that Matt was going to have a heart attack. clickShe grabbed her hair with both hands and bent one of her knees like a magazine cover, feeling her confidence rise. She could see the man crack a smile from behind the phone, which only reassured her.clickThe man kept the phone up, ready to take still more. "Come right this way," she said leadingme into another room. Handing me the clip board she said, "Just fillthis out and we'll be with you in a moment," Her eyes drank in my bodybefore. "I hope they pick you honey," she gave me a little slap on therear as she left.Inside the room were 4 other men. Two of them were busy filling out theforms. They were dressed pretty much like me with short skirts andheels. It seemed like they were having some problems with thequestions. The other two were dressed. I had four people a day to interview for the next three days. The list of questions I could not ask was longer than the list questions that I could in this political correct environment. The interview went smooth and quickly. I even had time to take a break to run an errand before lunch.I went to the jeweler to look at some things for my lovers and mates since I had the information at my fingertips now. I had decided on rings to show out commitment to one another. A traditional wedding band. ”“I told you to stop being cute!” Liz replied.“You told me to try,” I retorted. “You’re asking the impossible, Girl.”Liz lowered her head and rubbed her eyes.“I’ve been fighting for two days to keep us together,” she said. “Now I need some time away from you.”“Yeah,” I said with a nod and a frown. “I knew when this was all over that you’d either be impressed by my ingenuity or pissed off beyond belief. I suspected it would be the latter but I hoped for the former. Can I explain my rationale.