”“I can see that. You know the boy isn’t feeling the same thing. Part of your problem is you are also hung up on your reputations. Despite what ...you may think, your reps are not good. The guys talk behind your back. Everything you have ever done gets talked about in the changeroom. Of course, the stories are embellished, and you are made to look sluttier than you are.”Abi is frustrated but admits, “I know they talk about us, but what are we supposed to do?”“You can’t continue to do the same. This would be a first, and in a way fitting as we had never done so before, nor in all likelihood, would we ever be doing so again.Maybe it was the realization of that which caused the four of us to decide to take a bit more up with us to drink than we normally would, especially with mom and dad around, though they never frowned on us for that either as long as we kept things to moderation. Without them being there this time however, we decided to make the best of it, and planned on having a. An anal accountant, who looked like a spinster librarian or an old maid school teacher, the sameness of her routine was important to her. Now, out of sync with her need to maintain her scheduled habits, her mood, quite dependent upon precision and exactness, was ill-tempered. The later she was, the crazier she became. Always, she stood on the spot where that pretty, blonde girl now stood. Always, she was the first one on the train, as the front door opened before all the others and opened. Yes," Amanda said hesitantly. "Could you tell me if Cindy is there?" This is Cindy." Oh... ah, hi. This is Amanda Carson. You may not remember me, but we were seniors together two years ago in high school. Anyway, I happen to have been given two tickets for the National Shakespeare Company's production of 'Othello', and I was just wondering if you might... ah... you know... ah... want to go to see it with me?"There was a long pause from the other end of the line before Cindy responded, "Are you.