. oh, Brenda, I'm soconfused." His voice trailed off and the tears began again. Brenda studied the face of the person she knew so well. Memoriesflash...ed before her of the many hours they had spent together. Under the"Amanda" costume, she had known there was a man, but she had noticed thechange herself. When she first was getting to know Amanda, after thattrip from Reagan National to McLean, the person she saw was womanenough, but perhaps something of an tomboy - a bit rough around theedges. . .. Cindy?" I whispered."Oh yes, sweet, sweet, Cindy. A perfectly healthy heterosexual girl before I got my hands on her. Now, she's my devoted sex slave," Rachel replied with a smile. "How can you say that about her... she loves you," I replied, tearing up."Yes, irresistibly so, and she will for the rest of her life," Rachel added."What... what did you do to her?" I asked."Listen to this new CD I put together for you," Rachel responded, ignoring my question. I looked at the CD in my hand. Really? No lotion? No big seduction? I thought to myself. While she was in her tanning bed, Mark walked in again. Almost as if on queue, the light from the bed turned off. Melanie opened the tanning bed and started to get out when she jumped. He must have startled her. She covered her self with her arms although really wasn't hiding much. Mark turned around and held out a bottle of lotion for her to see. She got back in the tanning bed and laid face down. Mark turned around and kneeled next to. But there are less well-dressed guys than me who have girls. Okay, I'm not the wealthiest guy... But there are poorer guys than me that have girls... Okay, I'm not the smartest..." Dobie lifted his hand, "No, there is not one good reason... But there are a dozen C-grade reasons! Put them all together, and that's why I have no girl!" Dobie put his jaw on his open hand this time, defeated, "It's hopeless." "You rang?" a skinny, scraggly goateed beatnik-type in gray sweatshirt without sleeves,.