The response was a 95% of theprevious entrants submitting their entrance fee of $250, within two weeks(fee refunded upon registering at the track read... to race!) A monthlater, we started getting more entrance fees, and they kept dribbling inat the rate of 5 about per week until we had 42 entrants for the handicapraces, and 72 for the "Main Event Heats".The more entrants, the more interest "generated" in the race! Therefore,I recommended that we hire a consulting firm to "promote" the race. There isn't much playing, but I have to be back to work in 2hours, the only thing that would work is WHITE CHICKS..." --"Is that OKwith you?-- My treat."In my mind I was trying to remember if I knew what it was about...inreality I didn't care...maybe I should have-- but the thought of goinganywhere with Ell was more than I could imagine."Sounds good," I replied.Luckily for me, the theater was in the same parking lot as the gym andthe tanning salon... My mom and I were at ends about driving and. "Why?" "Just curious." "Have you told anyone?" "Just John." "Are your friends the only people who know about us?" she asks, and she's so casual I'm compelled to answer. "No," I admit, smirking. "Who else have you told?" "I've been talking to my dad," I shrug. Chanel nods. "What does he think of it?" "He's...overall supportive. That's the only reason I told John you were with me." "Are your other friends not supportive?" "No, just not as respectful," I chuckle. "They've all guessed. Okay, so nothing so unusual there. The girl quite often ignores my face... but when Carly had the exact same response, I knew that Gibby had to be right. And for the third time in my life... I felt very, very embarrassed.The following week dragged on and I tried to avoid my two best friends. It worked for some of the time."Dude, you're such a jerk! What, just cause Carly and Sam are sweet on each other, you gotta be all weirded out by it?" Gibby questions. after cornering me."Uhh, let's think.