A young woman, a pretty brunette about 21 years old, comes down your walkway. She is wearing a fairly short, navy dress, a white top, and strappy, navy high heel sandals. Her hair is full and bouncy, almost black, coming down onto her shoulders. She rings your door. You say through the intercom, "Hello? May I help you?" She says back, "Yes, I think I have the right place. Are you Roger Drake?" You let her know that you are, so she tells you that she is from the high school, there to give you a ride to your speech. It turns out that her name is Amanda, and she is new to the school, an intern working as an assistant to the home economics class. So you believe her story, open the lock, and let her in. As she steps in , and sees you, a look of absolute astonishment comes over her as she looks down and spots you. You stand there nervously, as she steps up, bends down, and looks you over. Then a big smile lights up her pretty face, as she says, "You really are an adorable little man!" You back up, suddinly feeling shaky, as she says, "Where you going, Cutie! Come here!" Her hand slips around you, and lifts you up, as she has a seat on a nearby chair. You yell, "Wait a minute! I really prefer that you don't carry me like this! I have a carrying case you can put me in for travel. Its right over there!" She acts like she is ignoring you, but glances over, saying, "Well, Roger, we have lots of time before the speech.
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