"Adele, that's a nice name. Can I see you again?"As the three walked away, he ran after them and handed Marc a card witha phone number of it."Please ...all me, I'd love to see you again."Marc took the card and put it in his bag. And then the three of themwere gone."Adele? Where did that come from?" asked Marc, all of a sudden feelinga lot more sober."It was all that I could think of on the spur of the moment," repliedSarah-Jane. "Anyway, it was a nice song and you seemed to be enjoyingit much. Next she told me to sit near a mirror. She took out a picture of herdead mother.'I'm going to make your face look like that.' she whispered.She used to be a professional make-up artist, apparently. She put allkinds of stuff on me, making my cheeks more pronounced, making my noselook smaller, and making my eyes go back into their sockets. Then sheput some false teeth into my mouth, totally changing my face. I couldno longer recognize myself.She put on a wig cap and placed a pepper and salt wig. "You what!" Mark said straining uselessly."Sorry, can't find it. Can I tell you a secret?" Ok." Mark shook his head trying to keep up with her rapid topicchanges.Nancy's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm really enjoying this." You enjoy shaving people?" Mark said with no small amount ofskepticism."No, not that exactly, but I've nearly soaked my undies I'm so turned onby all this. Maybe it's you." Nancy smiled.Mark lapsed into silence as he stared at Nancy's face while she lickedher lips as. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her dark blonde hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. The red and black teddy hugging her body just right. She looked attractive. She knew he would think so too. She lay on the bed propped up against several pillows, her legs slightly apart and her hand on her thigh. She thought she might fall asleep waiting for him to get out of the shower. Once he finally emerged, he looked surprised by her appearance. “Sally, I have had a long day.” “I know.