If I could find the time, I would search out a couple of their books on the topic of time travel and see what they had to say. At the end of the sessi...n, I approached the moderator, one David Meehan."Mr. Meehan, I was wondering if you could recommend a couple of books that focus on time travel; specifically travelling backward in time. I'd like to try and get a scientific view rather than a romantic view, if I could."He looked at me carefully before answering. "I think I might have something. " Are you busy Friday night? I'd like to ask you out." I'm not busy and I'd like to have you take me out. I'll send a memo up to your office with my address. Thank you."I was going on a tour of all of the departments. Meeting the department heads and managers, I was given a welcome aboard. The department head of marketing was a woman about my age, maybe a little younger than my thirty years. Alicia Garcia was tall for a Latino and trim with a nicely proportioned figure. Her hair was a shiny. I did. All six pairs of eyes followed me as we headed to, and went past,the doorway.I followed her into a small room which was dominated by a metal bed witha thin plastic covered mattress on top of it, over which was a strip ofpaper towel. In one corner was a set of shelves with folded towels.There was a small table on wheels which contained various pots and jars.In another corner was a chair on which I put the key ring, the phone andmy credit card.She handed me a questionnaire on a clipboard. "I'm an ordinary looking bloke, nearly fifty and balding. Butlook at me now! I'm wearing a maroon lace dress, tights and four inchstilettos. I've learned to apply my own makeup, using my own cosmetics,and I cover my baldness with a shoulder-length brunette wig. EveryFriday I glue on a set of long fingernails, and paint them with nailpolish. I wear jewellery and spray myself with perfume. I speak andbehave like a woman, or at least I try to. I'm Carolyn Ellsbrough formore than half my waking.