Something Monica thought about and declined.We quickly showered, ate a banana, and yogurt while dressing, then made sure we had our bibs safety-pinned...to our shirts then took off for the race. Heading down to check out, we left our key cards with the clerk who wished us a good race.We arrived about thirty minutes before the race, giving us enough time to stretch and warm-up. Both of us wondered how we'd do considering the extracurricular activity the night before. We both shrugged it off,. " Yes, Madam President," he said as he wheeled out of the ballroom, heading for the elevator.Saying her goodbyes to the handful of well-wishers, the newly elected Elizabeth Blackwell headed for the residence upstairs, followed by her Secret Service detail. His name was Roger Quinn. Handsome, black, and still very fit, he had played lacrosse at Syracuse where he attained all-American status. He had also gained the reputation of being an all-American in the bedroom. Rumor had it that he was hung. Bills went into the bill pile to be handledevery two weeks. But there was another envelope that didn't look like abill or junk mail. The letter inside read:Dear Andrew White:We are a market research firm with a wide range of clients in the retailindustry. We help evaluate employee training and corporate complianceusing real life scenarios. You have been selected to receive an offer toparticipate in our evaluations. We offer remuneration for participationin the form of a small stipend and. .. Hi Dave..." Dave immediately turned aroundto look at me, confusion all over his face. Even with my nerves strungout like they were I couldn't help but giggle slightly. Karen wasactually the first to say anything, while the whole room just stared atme."Robbie?!? There's no way... You've got to be kidding me!!" sheexclaimed..."Yeah... Robbie... But not for much longer, my name change should befinished in another week. Except for at school 'Robbie' doesn't reallyexist anymore," I said softly..