“At least do something with your hair. Ponytail? Pins?”An objection rest at the tip of my tongue, but one glance into her bedside mirror showed me...the disaster of curls. I’d sworn I would get it trimmed and contained this winter break, but procrastination was a loyal friend of mine. Times like these I envied Becky. She had chestnut locks to the waist. The kind that a brush just glided right through in the morning without protest.One might wonder why I put up with the makeover. The answer was. It was one of his favorite features of the place: particularly when daring girls in their short skirts would hang out up there giving everyone a nice view down below. The balcony wound around the outer wall, ending at the old main office with its enormous bank of windows looking out over the whole place.At the moment, though, it was hardly the quiet, dignified workplace it had once been. The DJ was spinning some techno / electronica at ear-splitting volume, and a combination of lasers,. Julia was underinstructions to get some birthday cards for Edward. Carol took interestand bought one too."Just getting one for each of the girls to fill in," said Julia."Anything boyish will do, but Thomas the Tank Engine or trains would bebetter." It's ok. I've got one," said Carol. "I'll get Sally to sign it too."As they headed back to Anne's house, they continued to talk."So, are you still considering selling the club?" asked Julia."Eventually," said Carol. "I want to do things without. That waswhen two men came over."Ladies my friend and I couldn't help but notice that the two of you weresitting and were wondering if we could join you?" said a tall mandressed in a dark suit while holding a glass of whiskey.Red spoke before I could and said yes. She introduced us as cousins andgave me new name and she gave herself as Samantha Jones. Something toldme that wasn't her real name. The man who sat next to me was about thesame age as the other one. His hair was blonde and it was.