For the last step, they met in the bedroom of their basement apartment so that Gretchen could apply make-up to Gary’s face. Gretchen arrived second.... She was already dressed in her costume with her hair up in a bun and a face made up with hot red lipstick, dark eyeliner and accented cheekbones. When Gary saw her he gave a loud wolf whistle followed by, “Babe! You look hot!”Gretchen curtsied and said, “And you are so trim and handsome in your tuxedo! How about we put some makeup on you and lube. What is he like? I'd love to meet him."The sparkle in his eyes made me uncomfortable but I said quietly, "Never met the man and never talked to him. In fact I never talked to any of the singers." That's too bad. Elvis is dreamy." Just after he said it he looked shocked and tried to take it back. "I mean I dreamed about being in his band."He looked so uncomfortable that I said, "Me too," though I would rather have been with 'The Beach Boys' instead when I was nearing the end of high school.All. Phoebe inherited a lot of her “womanly” attributes from me; I know what she had to go through. When I was her age, I moved off to college by myself and yeah, it was hard. People offered me drugs and invited me out during finals, but I stood my ground and I became a better person because of it. I became stronger. I attribute my success to my self-control over those years of my life, and I thought I could do the same for my kids.I see myself in Phoebe and to hear that she and her brother dropped. "Will you still be here when I get back?" she asked."You mean here, at the club? Probably. My degree isn't going to get me very far out of Chapel Hill." What are you planning to do?" she asked me."I'm going to take a year off from school," I said. "I'm going to look for work -- but not for a career. I want to go back to school, after a year, and get my Masters and, if possible, my Doctorate. Then I'll teach." Teach? Where? What?" History. I want to be an historian. A college professor, I.