So I called my husband and lied to him, telling him I needed to stay late at the office. To my surprise he didn’t question me at all. The whole time...I was on the phone I was following my mystery man trying to come up with a way to get his attention.Little did I know Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome was paying more attention to me than I thought. After I said my goodbyes to my husband and hung up the phone, he turned around and looked me in the eyes. ‘Hi, my name is Ty and you are?’ he inquired. I was. I vowed to avoidteen girls whenever possible. The only faults with my Christine persona, I decided, was her voice andperhaps her slightly broader shoulders. I borrowed a video camera fromwork and set about taping myself. This helped immensely. While I didn'tthink l could pass muster in a long conversation, I did manage to softenthe timbre and thought I sounded well within the range of normal girls.Not nearly as deep as -- say --Susanne Pleshette or Kathrine Hepburn,for example. I lacked the. He'd seen a cloud of anger gathering about her face."You wouldn't understand," he tried to cover."You just try me buster. If you two guys are trying to pull something on me, I'm gonna have your hides."God how nice she looked, he thought. It'd be neat to get a look at those tits she sticks out so far when she's pissed."If you guys think for one minute," she began pulling the sweat shirt out of her jeans. "That you're gonna bother me tonight, you'll have a war on your hands."She lifted the. She didn’t smile but dipped a finger into her brandy glass and stirred the ice cubes around. Then she licked the finger and finally looked up at me. ‘I mean about what’s been bothering me. Well, not bothering . . . just something that happened.’ ‘Yes, I remember, that now,’ I said. ‘It was before you decided to sunbathe and put on your old bikini.’ Veronica nodded. ‘Well . . .’ she paused. ‘Look, you’ll probably think I’m being stupid, that’s it’s something about nothing.’ She stopped again. I.