"Goodnight." Miranda opened the door to her apartment and started to move inside."Goodnight?" Matt had been off-balance all evening, seemingly a step ...behind every move Miranda had made. "May I come in?" Well, just for a minute." Miranda touched Matt's cheek then let her hand trail down his chest. She walked slowly towards her bedroom looking back over her shoulder. "I need to get out of this dress, go ahead and make yourself comfortable."Matt stood in the bedroom doorway as Miranda, her back to. “Now watch.”Amanda looked back as the paparazzi stopped at the endthe street. “They’re going to see us.”“Nope. That’s why I like black vehicles especially fornight. The license plates are coated with a lacquerlike paint to blank out any attempt at pictures, evenin day light. The windows are Mylar and tinted so theydon’t reflect light. And best of all, the manualshifting. Oops, here they come. Now watch.”Amanda loosened her seat belt to lean. "Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Peckerwood. He called to see me," she said to the girl behind the desk."Just a moment please," she said and she got on the intercom. "Sir, you have someone here to see you - a Miss..." "Sintallie," Charlotte said. The receptionist nodded."A Miss Sintallie Sir," she finished."Ah yes, send her in please," the man's voice said over the intercom. "Right through that door, Miss Sintallie," the receptionist said, pointing to the door. Charlotte opened the door to Mr.. Although it was played for laughs, there was alot here that was very real, very reflective of the struggle facing millionsof women. And now I was one of them.Yes, I told myself, I had taken on a lot, and it wasn't all going to be easy.But this was what I wanted....this was the life I would now be living.I called the kids into the kitchen and drew them close to me for a hug. "HaveI told you two that I love you lately?" Yes, Mom," they both said, squirming a bit; for they were both at the agewhen.