A long, red wig. I don'tknow what it is, but I've always preferred really long hair, and since Iwas footing the bill, I had bought Jimmy a wig that w...nt long down hisback, touching his butt.I carefully affixed the wig to the top of his head, then turned Jimmy toface the mirror. He was speechless. "Is... Is that me?" Uh huh." I'm... pretty." Yes, you are. Very pretty. And we're not even finished yet." We aren't?!"I got out a small make-up kit. "Nope."Jimmy took it and slowly opened it up.. We were the storybook couple - me, the star running back of the football team, and her, the head cheerleader. Everyone thought we were destined to be together forever, including us. In our senior year, we even applied to colleges close by each other so we could continue our relationship after high school. But a bad injury in a car accident that senior year took away my scholarship, and so college for me was out of reach. At first Amy didn't want to go off to college without me, but we talked. "Oh you mean Natana?" What's her name?' I asked."Natana. Her parents were hippies or something. Anyway they named her Natana. Why would anybody do that to their kid?"Twenty minutes later on the way out I stopped to make my next appointment. I had trouble concentrating because I was staring at Natana. I got the appointment made and beat a hasty retreat.For the next several nights I went to sleep dreaming of Natana. I had to 'relieve' myself of the pressure many of the nights. If she only knew. It had been 4 long years since college.I had this extremely boring office party which I was dragged into when someone introduced me to her. Apparently, she also seemed to be pulled into that party by her friends. We met with an awkward smile and a weird exchange of hi hellos.I was sitting at the bar having my Corona when I observed that she was also roaming alone with her beer unable to escape to a world of her dreams. I made the move and approached her dusting off the heavy unease.“Hi.