.. stark raving mad!Suddenly a flashbulb exploded in her face, breaking through her troubled reverie and dispersing the lewd, unwanted images with its... burst of light."Scared ya, didn't I?" the good-looking man flashed a bright smile at the shy job applicant. "A model oughtn't to be camera- shy!" I - I'm not really a model," Sandi felt compelled to confess. "The agency lady just sent me here because... well... because I can't type and this was the only job there was. And I have to find a job - I. In three days, I’ll have a premiere. Tartuffe. One of Richard Wilbur’s English adaptations of Molière. I play the Elmire. Would you like to be my company during the premiere night?”“Are you sure, Anita? It would be a delight for me.”“I am sure. And don’t be so sure about the delight. You haven’t seen me yet.”“Do I get to see you? It must be too late to obtain tickets for a premiere.”“Of course you must see me, silly! I can find tickets for you.”“In that case, it will be my pleasure. Do you have. Spit it out. What’s going on?”She still hesitated.“Come on, tell me what is going on. What changes did I make?”“Almost none.”“Almost? Don’t make me drag out every syllable. Can’t you simply tell me what happened in plain terms?”“You’re not going to like it.”“Now you have me intrigued. Did I affect my own time line?”“I’m afraid so. Are you sure you want to hear this now?”“Will it get any better if I wait?”“No.”“Then get on with it, please.”“All right. You asked for it. Remember those patents you. "Randy took the rather hard pill to swallow, swallowed the pill andsaid, "Good bye crossdressing!"He started to undress for what he hoped for was to be an unbridlednight of lust with Melinda. As he was undressing he started to feel abit funny. The feeling of funny soon shortly began a feeling ofdizziness and nausea then he collapsed on the floor shaking violently.He rolled back and forth in total convulsions.A concerned Melinda screamed out loud at Randy's plight. Their fourkids , two grown.