Angela stood bythe banisters, fingers tapping as she waited. Her eyes ran overme, a flicker and then she nodded abruptly. 'That is better,'she said an... walked off.A relieved Jeremy hugged me and we walked in to a latebreakfast.The voice coach was a lady who was the hardest woman I have evermet! She was ruthless and after four hours with her I was aboutto die!'Irene,' I said but she pounced.'Elizabeth, please pronounce my name with the correct 'R'. Ihave explained this to you I think?''Yes,' I. At work I wore it in a ponytail but now it cascaded with its natural wave mid-way down my back from a centre parting.My face was too effeminate for a boy and made me look geeky, slightly hollow cheeked, pouting lips and long lashed doleful eyes, gave me a wimpy, slightly sad and certainly not macho appearance. Hardly surprising I had managed to get to 1st base with only three girls. But, with my hair down, in girl's clothes, and with my face carefully made up I looked passable, attractive even,. The angle of the camera made impossible to see, if he got out unharmed. The important thing was that he was back. Even if he was injured, we could take care of him. Mike was in the kitchen fixing himself a coke, when Martin left the car. I saw the two dogs bounce out of the car with Martin following behind them. Damn they switched masters quickly, I thought.I went onto the porch to greet him. He showed me the cloaking device so I knew the mics were off. "What happened?" Well the plan didn't. It had been five weeks ago now when he first discovered the room while looking for a quiet place to read.As he sat among the old manuscripts stored in the room he had suddenly become aware of mumbled voices . He had looked through the key hole of the door which adjoined the room she was in and had witnessed her kneeling at the feet of the Father Confessor,he had watched her lips move in confession,but he could not hear what she was saying,how he wished he could hear what she was saying.He knelt.