She started walking over, she looked so innocent with both her hands on her violin case in front of her as she walked towards me, she suddenly put her...head down and veered left to walk by me. She picked her head up just enough for a cute smile and a wave. Just then I herd Karen’s voice. “That girl has it bad,” She commented. “It’s just a crush, it will pass,” I offered. “No, it’s not. And it won’t.” Karen said. We walked in talking about an upcoming fund raiser. Karen sat with me in the. "Hello, Mark," the young man said in a soft voice with just a touch of icein it."Er .. do I know you?" Well, it has been a week since you had me as one of your people on stage,but I was hoping you might remember me."Mark racked his memory for a moment, then he remembered the young man. "Ahyes. Your ... performance was memorable. The way you flirted with thatother guy, and even kissed him." Yes. you changed my life, Mark." Well, it was just a show, nothing to get that upset over." You might not. It was Kelly. She walked into the parking ramp next door. I ran to my car, started the engine and waited. Several minutes passed. Finally Kelly's Mercedes S 550 pulled out of the parking ramp and turned north. I waited for her to get about a block ahead of me and then I pulled my Ford Focus away from the curb and followed her. My wife brought the luxury sedan home about four months earlier. I was shocked when I saw it and asked her how we could possibly afford such an expensive car. Kelly just. Amy hugged her and whispered to her, taking her mind off her anger and frustration. "Contact Joe Adams in IS. He has a way to turn a cell phone into a microphone. Have him send the maintenance signal to Katie's phone to do that and route it to Victoria's, Amy's Megan's, Becky's and my cell phones." Amy interrupted me, telling me she could do that. I looked at her inquiringly. Was there anything she couldn't do? "Never mind, Paul, Amy can do that. Hard to believe, isn't it? I guess she isn't.