" Yes just picture it," put in Eve interrupting, "the sensual, sexual X-Tina express on a collision course with the man who tamed Paris. I don't think...that mind-blowing adequately describes it." As I said," I continued deliberately ignoring the picture Eve was trying to paint, "it isn't just the sex. It's the chance to meet the real Christina Aguilera, the chance to get to know the woman behind the public face of X-Tina and..."I didn't get the chance to finish because the commotion in the room. It had been a fun evening, with exceptional company and the fun was just beginning.Lisa and I had been "segregated" by the others so that this would truly be "her special evening" if that's what she wanted to do. It almost seemed like she and I were alone much of the time because we were left to ourselves.She was nervous but I think the nerves were from the fear that I wouldn't be cooperative. I have to admit, it did create some conflict within me. Like the years previously, I didn't want to. "It could be as close by as Weatherford, or as far away as Germany." Germany?" Mrs. Thatcher frowned. "That's something I don't hear every day. What made you think of that?" I speak German fluently," Susan told her, and went on to explain she'd just returned from an exchange year in Germany without getting into the details."Well," Mrs. Thatcher shook her head. "I sure can't guarantee that any of our courses would transfer to a school in Germany, although if you want an off-the-top-of-my-head. “Fit four of them together as the base for the map and use the fifth to make the buildings. Or, well, at least their roofs.”They also purchased more markers than I thought would be needed, not to mention several jars of paint and paint brushes, a roll of plastic, glue, string, a pad of construction paper, scissors, glitter, a triangle set, and several rulers.I suddenly felt like I was back in kindergarten and we were going to make cut-outs of different things to decorate. Doubt about this.