旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Team Eeeek: Office Manager, Part 6 & Final Page 54 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � A date with the Krausmeyer? On New Year's Eve? Can one imagine the horror?� � Not Debbie. The Office Manager of Team Eeeek had spent the last several � � years extracting herself from the society of "MEN" & she couldn't envision� � herself breaking her promise to an erstwhile street urchin! "I wonder if � � he bathes," she asked as she unconsciously applied an extra spray of � � imported French perfume. "Or if he owns a pair of dress shoes." � � � � Debbie viewed herself in her vanity mirror turning her painted face one � � way and then the other. She noticed that her expensive makeup had poured � � into a few new lines and that her eyelashes were spaced a bit farther � � apart than they had been. She lifted a loose lash from her eye and swore � � under her breath. Fluffing her long luscious golden locks she felt the � � harshness of over-coloring and blow-drying. Then she frowned at a series � � of split ends & brushed angrily at the fallen strands which hung mockingly� � to her black Bill Blas padded shoulders. � � � � I wonder where he's taking me, she thought. The hand drawn "tickets" the � � Krausmeyer had given her had not indicated a destination. They had simple � � read "Parade of Stars" in smudged pencil. Yet Debbie knew of no parades � � on New Year's Eve! The next morning sure, but not the night before. � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸