"Bet you its some stupid kids playing cranks. They dont have anything better to do over the holidays," said Greg. Mike swore up and down he had no idea who it might be, and that he hadnt answered any himself. This is when I think it was a mistake not making Mike get his own phone.
I woke up this morning not thinking about Christine. In fact, I didnt think about Christine until at least 11:00am. I congratulated myself.
Mikes actually been a good distraction. That is when hes not a complete pain in the ass. I swear, hes not a bad guy, but he drives me nuts.
"Where do you go all night?" I asked him. "Youre like a vampire."
I thought he was going to get really defensive, but he surprised me. " I go out, I dance - have a good time. Sometimes, I go to a dance studio on the westside that a friend of mine runs. Im helping him out during the day, so I get use of the studio at night."
"Oh...thats cool." I made a note to confirm it with Greg.
I drove up to the duplex in Carthay Circle, and checked myself in the mirror. I was at Tammys for another fitting. She was playing one of the alien monsters who invades earth in the show, and wardrobe was taking care of making prosthetics, not special effects. Cheap ass producers.
I giggled to myself as I rang the door bell. I was giddy waiting to see the girl again. She and I had had a great time during the first fitting, and were flirting outrageously. She was charming and lively, and funny and very ticklish. My guess about her measurements werent too far off, either: 34 1/2-27-33; and I decided she was pretty stacked for a small girl.
So, there I stood, bursting with anticipation to spend another few hours getting to know Tammy. "Tammy and Gidget," I said out loud. If we started dating I would use Gidget. I was giggling when the door opened.
"Hi Tammy! Its Gidget!" I said in my best Sandra Dee.
"Hi," she replied, looking at me like I was an alien from the X-files. SHE was not Tammy. Who are you? "Im Robyn, Tammys lover. Come on in." 
