Book 30-The Reunion <You okay?>  -Marco <Yeah.  Ax-man?>  -Tobias <I am fine.>  -Ax <That was cool!>  -Marco <Way cool!>  -Tobias <Let's never, ever do that again!>  -Marco <Ever.>  -Tobias <Repetition of that activity would be a very bad idea.>  -Ax <You're a jerk, Marco.> <Yeah, I love you, too.> --Tobias, Marco TAP.  TAP.  TAP. <She's not moving.>  -Tobias <Is she in there?>  -Marco <No, it's after midnight, so naturally she's out in the yard playing Hacky Sack.> <Hacky Sack?>  -Marco <Hacky Sack?>  -Ax <Everyone shut up!>  -Tobias <Tap louder.>  -Marco <Gee, do you think, Marco?> -Tobias TAP!  TAP!  TAP! <Nothing.  Must be dreaming about...>  -Marco TAP!  TAP!  TA-CSSSHHHH! <Oops.>  -Tobias And let just say that unless you have been butted down a 15-foot-high cliff by a 250-pound angry male mountain goat, you have never experienced true humiliation. --Marco Rachel, her hair in two dorky braids and a goofy fisherman's cap low on her head, was staked out in Shoes and Handbags.  I was a few isles over in Hosiery.  I looked slightly out of place.  I could only hope that no one from school would spot me as I perused the racks of sheer-to-waist, sandal-foot taupe pantyhose.  That's the kind of thing that stays with you in school. --Marco