"Your mother has a tramp stamp?" whispered Sherry, clearly astonished."It's not a tramp stamp!" growled Carly. "It's just a spray of roses." But it's ...here they put tramp stamps?" insisted Sherry."Why do people call it that anyway?" complained Carly. "My mother isn't a tramp. She's never been a tramp. It's inconceivable to even try to imagine her as a tramp!" Are we tramps?" asked Sherry."Of course not!" barked Carly. "Why would you even ask that?" Gee, I don't know. Maybe because we're lying. Anyway, she told herself, they had dinner reservations at her favorite restaurant so she didn’t have time to stand in the middle of the cold Chicago streets mooning over Mike. She forced herself to smile up at him. She said, ‘We can walk to the restaurant then come back afterwards and pick up my car. I’ll drive you around to see some of the sights after dinner’. Mike nodded his agreement and they started off down the street. The restaurant that Chrissy had chosen was an Italian diner. The. I adopted the name Erin. The more time I spent as Erin, the more herpersona started to take over. By the time we finished our shoppingtrip on Sunday, Jamie was so pushed far in back of my mind that Iwasn't sure if I would ever get him back.The story of the bet made the front page of our newspaper, which waspicked up by the Associated Press and read by a producer for theToday Show. She wanted us to do a 5 minute segment with Mom, Janice,Megan, Sam and me on Monday morning. We made the. I then walked behind her toward her living room. She stopped at the last door on the left of the hallway. "Maybe you be more comfortable down stairs. Follow me. My husband calls this his trophy room. I'm not allowed down here, when he is not home. But he is not do back until tomorrow now. Going to stay to help his Mother. This will be our little secret. The repairs to the van and you coming over today. Do you like hunting? That all my husband does in his free time. Every since he.