."I would be really grateful if you could send me your autograph. It would be great if you could sketch something too!Your loyal fan,Jenny Irvine (but... don't put my name on the autograph!!). Thanks!"He shook his head and searched for a clean sheet of paper. 'Oh well, I guess it's your lucky day Jenny Irvine.' He took the unfinished sketch and signed his name, idly wondering how long before it would end up on eBuy. He put letter and sketch back into an envelope addressed to his agent, who would. The girls brought the food into the living room and joined the guys towatch the game. The game reached half time with the Knicks behind byseven points."I wish they would play at home all year," Ray said, "That way theywouldn't lose." I know what you mean, it's like they become another team when they goon the road," Mario said."Oh my God, its Tiffany, quick look, its Tiffany," Brenda saidexcitedly."Who's Tiffany?" Debra asked."My girl friend, that's her on television," Brenda squealed.It was one. . they said it might have been a bear.”“I'm sorry, Ma'am.” Detective Harrison said.“My aunt raised me.” I added.The detectives remained silent.“And... a... a boy I liked when I was sixteen.”“What about him, Ma'am?”“They found him... in his bed. he was... just like my mother.”“Mutilated?” Detective Paulson asked.“Yes!” I cried, putting my head in my hands.“Ma'am, I need you to come down to the station with us.” Detective Harrison said, standing up and adjusting his suit.“Are you... am I under. Was that how I thought of her? "Um ... no, I didn't know that."Her eyes had me transfixed. "Would you say she's boring?"I glanced at Mom, still chatting happily to my friends. "No. I mean, maybe I used to. Not now." See? She'd be happy to know that. Any mother would be."I couldn't help but grin. "You're sure not boring." Neither are you," she said, her gaze drifting down to my chest and hips, then back to my eyes in a heartbeat, making me blush and finally look away, feeling totally awkward.A.