"Thatjust makes me ecstatic!"Tracy laughed. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say that you'djust started your..."I cut him off. "Don't you dare ...ay the 'p' word. Don't you dare!"He didn't. Instead, he put my hair up in a ponytail, which did asurprising amount of good to improve my attitude. Next to those 36Cs,the hair was what bugged me the most."Now, we have to get you dressed, and then I'll show you about makeup,"he said. "You did shower last night, didn't you?"I nodded my head. "That's. " Was it effective?" Oh it did the trick."Gwen just watched the sexual verbal exchanges, not saying a word, yet seemingly hanging on every syllable.I looked at it and burst out laughing. "Gwen it's called the Pretty in Pink Double Dong. That is hilarious. Seriously, it even has two different John Hughes references."Gwen looked at me confused."Well the Pretty in Pink reference is obvious, but remember in 16 Candles that Chinese exchange student is named Dong," I explained. I then continued, "I. They had lived on the streets like hunted animals. Then in a quiet tone she told me how she had seen her mother beaten to death in a riot after Mussolini's downfall. Nuns at the church had taken her in and had cared for her until my uncle found her.There was a poignant pause of silence. The record player had stopped. She was looking at the picture on her table and she reached up to touch it. She sniffed. I rose from the bed and went to stand behind her. I was feeling some remorse for my earlier. To my disappointment, there was a “hello” thrown back to me. “We’re in the lounge” a voice popped up from around the corner. “Right, I’m off to bed, I’ve got a headache from drinking” I lied. I couldn't let them see him and I was desperate to get him inside. His flat was being overrun with a lads night in; there was no way we were going back to his place. Earlier, I had been on a date set up by a friend of mine who couldn't bear to see me single any longer; it was with a man named Richard. He.