Margaret offered to help me with some makeup and in justa few minutes my face looked great again.Mike suggested we go to a sports bar so we could watc...h a game. Thatsounded like fun and we proceeded to let our hair down, so to speak,drinking beer and enjoying the afternoon. Believe it or not I feltcomfortable in the clothes and forgot how I looked. I watched somegirls and mimicked their actions improving on my feminine skills. Bythe end of the day, I was just one of the girls.The three of us. Oh I forgot the hat...well fascinators...those cute especially made; for race day head-wear and of course the filly had to be over eighteen.Thankfully they had other judges lined up for the best dressed gent and best couple...I wasn’t interested in those events. There were twelve entrants ...six local...six obviously not; from their entrant info sheets; they were here for all the events of the long weekend: including the massive B & S ball tonight: Bachelors and Spinsters: a fundraiser for. Modesty and shame had become only words to me. Achingly small, and weak, and meaningless words. Laughter and guttural jests in the other rooms of my home were punctuated by the crash of breaking furniture and glass. But here it was quiet. My eyes still fixed on the wall, I waited. Moments passed and the quiet endured. When finally I turned, the soldier was still on his knees by my bed, his face buried in his hands as he silently wept. For a flittering moment I felt the urge to reach out and. In the second game Angela Charlton went two pins better, still without much support, however Alice Busby's second 257 received even less support and the 'Ravens' turned a two points to five deficit into an eight-six lead. Unfortunately that was that the extent of the their challenge for a spot in the top ten, Brian West's third game 279 was never going to anywhere near enough to support two sub two hundred games.Alice Busby went within a single pin and a teetering forty-five degrees of rolling.