You'd look good in army boots.Anya indicated a nearby door. I could not help but tremble as I crossedthe short distance and opened the door. Maybe I w...s weaker, or I was justtoo anxious, but the door felt very heavy. I pulled it open nonethelessand stepped inside.Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a gray haired women. The officewasn't fancy. A portable wall unit air conditioner blasted a cold draftfrom it's perch high on the wall behind her desk. The chairs were vinyland looked well worn.. In case I hadany thoughts of disobeying him, Mr Smith placed a hand on my shoulderand guided me towards my parent's living room. I still hadn't said aword apart from confirming my femme name, and when Mr Smith told me towait at the door of the living room while he fetched a dining chair fromthe dining room I merely nodded. In truth I was in something of atrance, trying to come to terms with situation I found myself in. On theone hand I loved the way I looked and if I'd been on my own I'd. .. that wasn’t bad. He presented her with a check that was bigger than she was.She had all her talking points covered. Tires, Pit Crew, tool maker, car builder, the Driving School ... she thanked them all. Never mentioned me ... Why would she mention me ... I showed no interest ... I was just ner boss. No biggie. Thank God.Then the Local Affiliate (telly) got her aside and did their own interview ... which went sorta like this:TV: First female win in years. How does it feel?Abbie: I knew it was. ” He patted me on the back and walked off to another table, greeting some random he knew there.I felt alone sitting at the table, the last guy just got up to dance. I got up and walked to the bar, ordered a beer and walked around. Greeting and chatting with anyone I met. I'm annoyed with myself for getting bored. This was supposed to be fun and relaxing but here I am, walking around with a beer in my hand and talking to randoms! I walked back to my table and took out my phone. Rude, I know, but.