<em>Well first role play here, here we go</em><br/><br/>On the table, in plain sight was the small heap of pills. The different colours and shapes were all jumbled together; a purple lozenge here, a smooth, near spherical pale green pill there. The pile looked like a small tribute to the pharmicutical industry. The 64 year old fumbled with the remaining packets. Her hands struggled to pierce the foil on the underside of the packets, so she resorted to using the end of a dinner knife to extract the drug.<br/><br/>The pill's main purpose was to restore the woman to her former beauty. She read out the backs of the packets " this will make you stronger" " your skin will be firmer" "with this product you will be flexible". They all sounded like good things. With retirement looming and the fear of being replaced slowly taking over all sensible thought, Clare Higgins needed all the pills she could get her hands on. Whether it was the latest "miracle cream" "the only lipstick you will ever need", she needed these products; they helped her. After all, to look as good as she did at 64 was not easy.<br/><br/>She took the pills one by one with the her cup of tea. Tonight's lasagna was sat on the kitchen table, ready to go as soon as she got in. During the final mirror check she inspected the latest grey hair. Her face was almost  paved with foundation, carefully powdered. It was only when you got less than a foot away that you could tell though. Today was was dressed neatly in a soft pastel shirt with an appropriately long woolen skirt.<br/><br/>Without further ado, she left the apartment, complete with snoring husband and braved the morning outside. The station was a few minutes walk away; just enough time to plan the day ahead. The boss's meeting was at 12, so she had to make sure everything was ready. She knew her secretarial position like the back of her hand an with just 4 months to go she wasn't going to slip up now. The planning took her right to her seat on the train. The last carriage was usually quiet enough. She whipped out a copy of the latest romantic novel to pass the time, blissfully unaware.