‘I can’t dance with my hair down,’ she protests. It keeps getting stuck in my lipstick!’ ‘That’s why you should go to the bathroom at leas... once per hour, to freshen up!’ he says. She takes out the needles that are holding her hair up in a bun, and Sam combs it with his fingers. ‘I considered becoming a hair stylist when I was younger,’ he tells her. ‘But it turned out I got rashes from all the chemicals. How are you at dancing?’ ‘Pretty good,’ she says. Sam flips through his huge collection of. Now she towered over me, her 5?6? frame bigger and physically stronger than me. She decided that my name would now be Lucy. Mei Ling said it sounded like one of the names that the horsey set would have. "I find it so deliciously funny that you look like one of those stuckup bitches and have to kneel in front of me". The original maids clothes that she had told me to wear earlier that day were now far to large. Even the size 5 ankle boots were too large. I was now attired in a black mini dress,. “Professor Dawney?”“What?”“It’s David Somerset, from Aldebaran!”Angela sees a tall slim man with short blond hair, Glen Miller spectacles and a wide smile. He is dressed in blue jeans with a tan belt, a white shirt and tan cowboy boots and exudes breezy good nature and he is full of self-confident American bounce. In Angela’s opinion, he is almost the clichéd version of a “clean–cut” young American academic. He is also rather attractive to Angela, which is an achievement in itself: to secure. ..Then again, maybe I should just leave. Yeah, but if I do that then thatprobably could be taken the wrong way, right? I know I'd feel slighted.Grrr, especially if the person doing it is the one who should be in thebed hurting like she most likely was in the first place... ARGH! STOP!!!What the hell is my problem this morning? Stop over thinking every move!I check back down the hall to see if there was any movement from my roombefore entering. Here goes nothing.Kristal didn't move and I.