On Friday, Mistress Angela wasn't home when I got home from work. I found a note on the table by the door. "Went to the spa and to get my nails done. ...hould be back around eight. Have dinner ready when I get home." I had a half-hour before I needed to start dinner, so I went to the basement and took a shower. Later that night, I was glad I did.I was putting dinner on the table when Mistress Angela came home. She sat down and showed me her fingernails. "How do you like my nails, slave?" They. How are you?" Fine." I lied."Have you seen Paul today?" Nope he was off to the airport first thing, although I can manage without seeing him until next year." I joked lamely with Mum just managing the expected laugh. "How's France?" Great! Weather is a lot nicer and the locals are really friendly. Should have done this years ago. Just talking to your Aunt Francis, she was moaning about being caught up in a big traffic jam late this afternoon, seems that there was another nasty accident on the. We each had a coffee and a small cake. Next we visited abeauty parlour. "I'll treat you to this," said Ann. My nails weremanicured and coated with clear varnish. Well almost clear. Just a hintof pink. My ears were pierced and studs fitted. "A lot of boys havepierced ears nowadays," Ann reassured me.Now the serious shopping started! I hadn't realised just how manycharity shops there were. I'd never really considered entering thembefore. And most of them seemed to be principally stocked with. I had helped most of them with their homework,wearing my geeky hairdo, my geeky glasses, my geekyclothes. They’d all gotten more beautiful in tenyears. I went up to the first girl. She smiled, saidhi and asked me my name. When I told her she just stared at me a while, butthen her eyes went wide. “Oh my god!” She squealed.“It’s Jim!” The other girls looked up and stared atme. Soon they, too, were squealing and gatheringaround me.Questions flew as the girls had.