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It was around 1am when I decided my mind
was made up.

I was going to leave Los Angeles and
find a new, better way.

I

wasn't

returning anywhere, nor was I leaving
anything behind.

It was just a real problem there.

Then suddenly there he was, an average
-looking man with soft but handsome

features.

If this was the kind of fella I figured,
it might just get me a piece of decent

bread I was hoping for.

He said his name was Bert O'Mara.

Said he knew me from someplace.

I could not tell whether he was sincere
or if it were more of a common practice

of a playboy in need.

It was in this moment I began to realize
I may not be leaving Hollywood after

all.

It wasn't until about an hour later I
learned that I was right.

I had been to this hotel several times
before.

Not during the day, though.

It looked different.

He said you could see the sign of
Hollywood. If it wasn't for the trees,

bamboo, he said it should be illegal.

My first time with Bart, I remember
vividly. He had asked for a drink, and I

told him scotch was all there was.

He asked me what he could get for a
sawbuck, and I told him a good spanking,

you leave your trousers on.

At first I thought I was wasting my
time. I was trying to avoid cheap tricks

like him.

But I was already there and $20 would
get me back to my apartment.

Plus a magazine and a coffee for a week.

That's all I was living off of.

I hadn't had a sandwich in a week.

He gave me two saw bucks and told me to
show him no mercy.

I told him for a full yard, I'd let him
call me mommy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, birdie.

That's fair.

Barehanded or you got a cat o' nine
tails, you fancy.

Just when he laid down, there was a
violent beating at the door.

It was his wife, so naturally we didn't
want to answer the door.

She said she'd followed us and wanted to
have a word with his lady friend, me.

He whispered nervously some excuse he
wanted me to play along with.

How I was a friend from work and how I
was here in tears and wanted him to

comfort me.

I said, for $700, I'll save your
marriage.

He waved a crisp yard in my face and
said that he'd give me the rest later.

So I did it. I played along.

Nothing like a hot bath to rid yourself
of a spinning head.

I hadn't expected the evening to turn
out this way.

It was an unexpected turn of events, and
poor Bert just gave up too easily.

I made up my mind on the way over there
that four yards wouldn't settle the

score, but he didn't offer up any.

And now that the hotel is mine, well, I
could just very well take a hot bath

without having to worry about being
interrupted.

At least till Bobby arrives.

Has Bobby had her date? She let me come
get ready at her hotel.

The bath, of course, was nothing new. I
had a little mucky little child back at

my Yucca Street apartment.

It was the water here. The hotel kind.

The kind that never cooled off.

Stayed hot.

The way anyone would like it.

It was the first time in days I shaved
my legs.

I was lucky.

Born in state of lawn so the hair wasn't
bothersome to really any.

The cost of blades add up.

Especially when your broke roommate has
to steal all of them.

It was I that gave Barbara her first
drink.

A fine whiskey, if I remember correctly.

I happened to see Bradley at the bar.

He didn't have his pals with him this
time.

I wanted to ask him what gives.

He looked swell.

I knew he would end up finding out if I
asked him to join us and get jealous.

I was sitting at a booth at a hotel bar
with Barbara when a man came up and

squeezed himself right next to her.

Said his name was Ron, Ronnie, Ronald,
if you really care.

I asked him what was the world's
greatest accountant, and I was afraid

him.

When Ronnie left to get us more
martinis, I saw another gentleman at the

I asked him what a fine, groovy catch
like him was doing around here.

He asked if there was a couple's policy
he was unaware of.

If I could write the policies around
here, I'd let it say, Come on, baby, get

with it.

Come to me, follow me upstairs.

I'm staying at the St. Moret.

He said he didn't have the dough for
that sort of evening.

I was slightly offended.

Sure, I was a call girl, but how could
he know?

Then Bobby arrived and asked if this
white baboon was giving me trouble.

Said, I sure know how to pick them.

She whispered in my ear and said that
she didn't think these fellas were

Last night we brought some men up. One
of them's name was Jerry.

He tried getting rough with my little
sister Barbara.

I immediately threw him and his gang
right out.

It was Lynette. She told me that the
worst of it was over and told me to come

out for the evening.

I'm only interested in the arts.

Men, I can't stand the sight of them.

She said, why don't I have the hotel for
myself for one night?

I insisted there's plenty of room in the
bed for both of us.

Said she had a feeling my boy Wonder is
still scuffing his shoes down there

around the lobby.

I told her I should never have come out
here. I'm so silly and naive.

So unforgivable.

Bobby called.

Asked about whether we still planned...

Earlier, I sunbathed with Bobby.

He kept telling me how excited she was
about some tour fees going on. How she

never had such field trips in school
before.

I told her she better get some sun
before she boarded to death.

Then she got all serious and told me how
worried she was about her kid sister

Barbara moving here.

I told her to stay clear of Hollywood.

Glendale is nice.

She insists.

I pretend my boyfriend pays my share.

Or I say I got some inheritance or
something.

But I confess.

I already told her the entire story.

I assured

her I

said nothing about going or seeing men
for money in its entirety.

She asked why I always found it so
dirty.

I told her about six months ago, Lynn
and I were introduced to a certain group

of people down at the Roosevelt.

We were there for some conventions and
motorsports.

Anyway, Lynn and I had about four
representatives interested in hiring us

models for the newest Ford Racer.

Apart from not getting the gig, we
walked out of there with new promises

wages.

Somehow, those men put it in our minds
that we could make a decent living.

being explored.

Just taking those big boys on dates and
all, you know, for their image.

It's not like we sleep with them.

Only occasionally, when the price is
right.

And the cat carries a special wink in
his eye.

Dirty?

It's just the same as dating around with
no good luck. See?

Yeah. Gotta pay the bills, okay? And
it's pretty much the only thing to do

around here unless you've made it
somehow or somewhere.

Your lousy few yards ain't taking you
very far. And by then, we'll see how

you can carry that ridiculous smile
across that little piece of yard.

Lynette phoned me, told me all about her
stroll in the park with Bradley and how

the stock he had taken out of his
company was doing very poorly.

How he couldn't put up with her
financial demands any longer.

She said she wasn't worried, but I knew
she was in a bind.

He told him her job was neither here nor
there, and strictly on a commission

basis.

She never had a mother to teach her
proper ethics.

Who wants to marry a woman with no
class?

I asked if she still loved him.

She said she loved him, but no longer
loved him.

Room service?

Yes, I'd like something to drink,
please.

Do you have anything harder?

I drank a whole bottle of that champagne
and still felt like my same boring

self.

Alright, just not any plum brandy,
regular, any other flavor.

Yes, 311.

I phoned Barbara to check up on her.

I asked her where she had planned on
making the application.

She said, oh, probably just the local
department stores and cosmetic

and whatnot, whatever is in the area.

Job like that, you're lucky to get 50
cents an hour, I said.

Well, what if I became manager, she
asked.

I told her, you could do that anywhere.

Why come to the land of glitz and
glamour and fame when you could just be

behind some counter at Bloomingdale's?

So you're an aspiring department store
manager.

See how it sounds?

Tammy called. She asked if I had heard
about Lynette.

Well, how did you hear?

We were just with her a few hours ago.

I guess she called Dagmar complaining.

Dagmar called Rosie to ask her to go
check up on her. Rosie called Sandra.

Sandra called me.

She asked if Barbara and I would go for
a drink later.

She said, Boy, please. I got plenty.

I got straight -laced LSD, too.

You look like the kind of kid who gets
with it. How about it? Let's have our

little party.

Earlier, Tammy invited me over, and we
tried some really good LSD.

Funny. No taste. How can it do anything?

It's like nothing.

We also smoked some hashish. The stuff
wasn't bad if you held it in long

The acid set in about an hour later.

She put on a record, and we got behind a
real heavy sound.

Then she gave me a massage.

It was the best massage ever.

Bobby phoned me, asked about my trip
last night.

I told her what happened.

Did he beat me?

Not really.

Fortunately, he knows the right way to
beat a woman without leaving a groove.

He said he must have knocked the fence
out of me.

Please leave me alone.

Just look up the number to the hotel and
tell them to send the boy up to me.

Bearing a nice bottle of cigarette.

Then she asked something about Dagmar
and if I'd planned on handing over her

cut.

She asked why I was still here.

I told her, after Big Bird had his way
with me, he took on a new tone.

Said we'd stick out for months.

Said he was a man of his word, and just
because he was mad at me, he wasn't too

concerned. He just doesn't want us
ordering expensive drinks on his

I walked in on Barbara and Tammy.

They were half naked and on the floor.

I asked what they were doing, and Tammy
said they were swapping massages.

They must come from such little
families, I thought.

They said they just ate some real good
LSD.

It was Barbara's first time on a trip.

Part of me wanted to join him, but I was
on call.

So were they, as a matter of fact.

Didn't keep them from getting loaded.

Then I invited some

real hip guys over.

Barbara later said she'd sort of do one
of them, Jerry.

Threw her into a wild nightmare of
frenzy.

Now she's not sick anymore.

Connie called.

Said they were having a date party at
Tammy's.

I asked what's the occasion.

She said that she had a really good LSD.

I told her it's too bad because I have a
date in an hour.

No, no, no. Not material, I told her.

It was some new kid that, you know, I
needed to show him a few things because

hasn't done anything before.

I said I might come by after.

I lied.

I hadn't really had a date, but I wanted
one.

I thought of all the frequent and
infrequent dates and lovers I had over

past few months, and only one, one man
can come to my mind.

I phoned Braddock and asked him to come
to the hotel.

Please, darling, I'll be waiting.

St. Moritz?

311? Hurry.

My favorite trick Harry phoned me.

Wanted to go on about his new Pontiac.

I told him to save the talk for after he
cuts over.

I was so hot already, I told him this
one's on me.

Bobby called. Said her sister Barbara
had figured out what she wanted to be.

A call girl.

Like us.

I said I doubt she'd feel the same way
in the morning.

And if so, Dagmar would give her the
fine details at the next session.

She said she gets it.

A boy gets his way, she gets her way.

Paydays, baby.

But it ain't as easy as that. You have
to be certified, sort of, even though it

was an under -the -apron operation.

Last night I called my trick by a
different name.

Therefore, he refused to pay me.

Told him it was my nickname for him.

He actually was sold on the notion.

He didn't have the touch I needed
anyhow.

I called Tammy and asked her about the
festivities.

She said, just fine. You might be a
little late if you're planning on

over. Things were starting to wind down.

I asked her if Barbara was there.

Right here, she said.

I asked if I could speak to her.

Come on, put my kid's sister on.

Barbara confided in me the problem of
Lynette, admitting to a deep hungering

my little sister's body.

I offered to call her a taxi to bring
her to me, to protect her like a big

sister should.

She said I'd have to take it up with
Tammy. She hung up on me.

I called the cab company.

Told them to head immediately to 419
Yucca Street to pick up and bring me the

intoxicated girl to Hotel St. More.

I said I was her mother.

Lynette insisted I stay the night at the
hotel with her.

I couldn't stay up late, I assured her.
I was supposed to register with Dagmar

early tomorrow morning.

She laughed and asked if I decided to
sell my body.

She finally asked about the other night,
if I'd remember we had made it.

He said she's in love with the idea of
me.

She then explained without shame the
idea that she wanted to do to me.

She asked me how I felt about them.

But they were so obscene, I dare not
consider them any longer.

I did not know what I wanted from her
nor did I know what I wanted to give

In the morning she wasn't upset in the
slightest sense of community.

But she wasn't distressed or impressed
neither.

I sure looked good in the lingerie she
let me borrow.

I still couldn't figure out whether this
young fox was into her.

There's nothing I could see her gaining
for sticking it to me.

I remember the first day I met Dagmar.

She said we got some fresh sap in the
bucket today, and a meter afterwards for

the $10 registration fee.

She then asked the group, What's the
first rule in this club?

I already knew it.

You gotta have big hair, long lashes.

You must only wear clean, black lace
panties.

She said, with a black lace brassiere to
boot.

It's what 70 % of our clients crave.

If you learn to know them, and they
prefer otherwise, adjust your underwear

them.

She turned to Barbara.

White undies you got on, ain't ya?

She set us all up with a job that
evening, even let us use her Buick.

The cheap trick loved my tush, she told
me.

She said he asked for some new gals, not
the same old stale water at the end of

the horse's trough, the way he put it.

She said he may not be her best business
venture, but he's sure expected to

shell out two or three yards.

I remember Barbara saying something
like,

Well, Lynette can take this one.

I still probably have a lot to learn,
and as you made clear, I haven't the

proper undergarments.

How about I take the next one? By the
time I could at least... walk across the

street to the drugstore and pick up a
fresh pair of sheer stockings and

those black lace panties.

Dagmar phoned me with instructions for
my evening.

When she mentioned how much dough I'd be
getting, I knew what I must be ready

for.

I'd never actually gone that far with a
client before.

She said, take the flight of angels up a
few blocks, and there it would spit me

out directly in front of the quick -fall
break zone.

All I could wonder and think about was
the few receding moments before I

arrived. was this in fact the last time
i would ever hold a certain dignity i

knew i had a sense of the spirit how
could i learn within a few minutes to

a man or pretend to love i'd thought of
stopping but had nowhere to go except

lynette's apartment but i knew they
would all make full of me never trust me

they knew i was returning

I knew I had a sense of the spirit.

How could I learn within a few minutes
to love a man, or pretend to love?

I thought of stopping, but had nowhere
to go except Lynette's apartment.

But I knew they would all make fool of
me, and never trust me, and if they knew

I was returning, I would be a sissy.

One mistake I'll never get over?

entering the dark corridor of a strange
building.

Why did I not track my instincts?

I'll never know.

Last night, Wine Mouse came over with a
few of the other girls.

When we were through with all the
heinous acts about half an hour later,

bastard pretended he was short on the
dough.

That Dagmar told him the third girl,
Nancy, was a bonus or something. I said

baloney.

He finally paid up, but he was still a
few sawbucks short, which made us very

unhappy.

I should have had him pay ten times that
to have this old meat mongrel claw his

big greasy paws into me.

We split the dough fair and square once
we left.

It's at least a yard a day for the acts
he ordered.

Put us to shame.

I've sure as hell ain't never been made
to do half those things before.

Who am I kidding?

I've done it all.

My latest trick was Fred.

Fred was a sadist. Gave me a good
beating.

But not a great one.

He offered me a drink. I should have
taken the offer.

He said his wife used to endure the pain
daily until she got fed up and left

him.

He said the only thing worse than not
having a gal to rough up was the silence

of a girl not being there.

He lit a fat cigar as I dressed.

I'd rather get the date over with.

I pushed him off me.

That's when he smacked me to the floor
and then leaned over, grabbing me.

I tried to pry my wrist from his grip.

Until my fighting body slowly began to
rhythmically coincide with Fred's

thrusting hips.

I collected my sawbuck in the form of
two fins and left.

I was an aspiring dancer and liked to
observe my new numbers in the mirror in

spare time.

As I prepared for my post -occasion
bath, my old lover Sam filled my mind,

he so often did.

After the hands of another unqualified
man had so touched me, what robbery.

An act such as this, that Winehouse
character, probably wasn't even his real

name. Most men change their name for
protection, and Dagmar suggests us girls

the same.

Still, I could only think and dream of
Sam, the only man I knew could ever

comfort me.

I told him to come to my hotel on
sunset.

It's not really my room, it's the tricks
paying for me.

He asked me if I had a date, and I said,
well, yes, of course I had a date. And

then he asked me, well, how far did you
go? And I said, well, all the way, of

course. You know this is what I do.

Suddenly the line went out. It was the
first time handsome Sam had ever hung up

on the last problem within me.

What was I to do without my Sam?

The only man that could really love me.

For who was I?

She said she had just came from a job.

So did I, I assured her. I wanted to
pry, but I didn't want the details.

I wanted to tell her she would never get
used to the harassment.

Is that a bath I hear running, she
asked.

She said she wished she could join me
like old times.

You're sure turning Frank fast on me. Go
ahead.

Unwind on the account of me.

That night I could hardly sleep a wink.

So many thoughts racing through me.

I thought of Bert, and how I'd be
forever grateful if he could see the

And then there was Lynette. That was a
whole other story.

By the time I did finally knock out, I
slipped into the strangeness of a dream.

We got back from somewhere, running some
minimal errands, perhaps.

Then we got stuck in an elevator.

Lynette was the only girl I ever met
that knows how to stomach a cheap glass

booze.

Was I starting to behave like a normal
girl?

The sheer loveliness of a girl two years
younger than her.

Where am I?

What is going on?

I was having a daydream on the count of
Miss Lynette.

Thoughts of gentle kisses within
obscurity followed.

We just held each other, for all we knew
it was the end of the world, and this

adjacent body was all I had or could end
up with.

For a few remaining days or hours, to
starve with the course at least I had

considered making love.

Right there, across the tiny 4x4 floor,
or even standing, the thought of

nearing death turned me on, knowing I
would never grow old and undesirable.

But my conscience wasn't clean, and I
knew that there was still likely a

of being rescued.

I had the craziest dream last night.

I found myself stuck in an elevator.

I didn't know how this was the way out.

Was I supposed to climb the cable?

What if the gears got power again?

And I was to be crushed by this giant
square beast.

And suddenly, I smell lavender.

Or potpourri.

I turned around, and there I was, in the
middle of a confessional.

I thought about my dream last night.

I was in the woods, or wooded area, dark
naked, for anyone

who wasn't around to see.

And there frolicked Barbara, just as
nude as me.

She was blowing bubbles, and I played a
piccolo as beautifully as she.

The phone rang. It was Bradley.

He'd asked for Lynette.

I told him she'd left to purchase a
magazine and then had an appointment

her hairdresser and wouldn't be back for
a couple hours.

He said he must speak to her.

He'd phoned just about every room on the
third floor.

Because the desk clerk wouldn't give him
the right room number, he knew it was

free something.

He mentioned he had fabulous news for
her.

I wondered what it could be.

Earlier, I was strolling in the park
when Bradley came running up.

He said he had fantastic news.

Well, go on, spill it, I said.

I was in a hurry.

He said he'd been promoted.

Something about how his boss wanted to
give him a full salary.

Executive chairman.

I asked him why he couldn't tell me that
on the telephone.

He said all of our financial hardships
are over.

I was happy for him, but I couldn't see
what it had to do with me.

He said I was his girl and he aims to
please me. Said he wanted to marry me.

But we had only been going steady
roughly six weeks, I reminded him.

He said when a man like him spends four
long years in the army, he doesn't need

another four more years to figure out
the galley he needs to settle down with.

That's when I decided to tell him the
full story.

I admitted what I do is little more than
going to events to accompany

businessmen.

He thought I was kidding when I said I'd
let them hold my hand and do whatever

their lonely hearts desired.

Finally, I just said it. I was a
classless call girl.

I asked him, can't you forgive me?

It's not who I want to be. It just
happened this way.

Don't you still love me for who I am?

He said he didn't know.

He supposed he only loved what he was
tricked into believing.

I phoned Tammy. I said, how's the
apartment?

Is Barbara there with you?

She helped me to discover many things
about femininity.

Well, either way, how about a little get
-together tonight at the hotel?

All right.

See you about 8 .30, and don't forget
about the bourbon.

No, I can't order drinks from the hotel
any longer. Remember how Bert went ape

on me? That one's cheap, but if it's all
you can afford, might be cheaper at

Bogey. They're known to carry a larger
variety of wisdom.

I phoned Tammy to tell her about my
visit with Dr. Peter.

She knew right away I was one of
Dagmar's girls.

She said she didn't agree with the
nature of the wisdom.

It wasn't her place to judge.

Then she asked me how well my sexual
organs were doing.

I told her they were just fine, and then
she started writing things.

I hope she doesn't mention my issues in
this book she's writing and not telling

me.

She asked me how I got involved with
this trade and if it worries me.

It does bother me, actually, being in
this sort of sly operation.

It's not that easy taking in a foreign
man for a lousy 20. Sure, it's supposed

to... Be a full yard, at least. But my
sister tells me it never is.

Especially all the time.

Dagmar gets down calculating her share.

But I suppose they're all this greasy
gum all on me. Even when he came off

he wasn't. A true louse.

A genuine lush factory reeked of booze
and just needed a little honey. Well,

honestly, one trick is about the most
that I can stand up on me. I just did it

to make my sister and her girlfriends
happy. And perhaps to meet a decent guy

out of it.

But I doubt that will ever happen. If I
think for a minute it does, I still

don't think he could make me happy.

For if he paid for me, he'll pay again
for another.

She asked me if I was able to reach
orgasm easily.

Well, I don't know about easily, I told
her. But the sensation is real.

And obtainable.

I guess according to some of my
girlfriends, I'm lucky.

She asked if I had ever pleasured myself
before.

Sure, I said.

Ever since I was 14, until my mother
walked in on me and scolded me, she told

it was strictly forbidden and that I
would lose my sanity.

Earlier, I enjoyed some sun with Pam,
Lynette, Bobby, and Connie.

We spoke of these sex therapy sessions,
and we discussed what we learned, and we

all agreed on the same thing.

All men are bad.

Some girls are trashy.

None of us could recall the last time a
fellow burned us bad.

Left us hung out to dry.

Made a plaything out of us.

Maybe we should stop pursuing romance
with the clientele.

It was the moment in my friendship with
these girls that I realized I didn't

care in the least for them.

All of them except Bobby I met in the
trade.

Sure I could put up with them for no
more than an hour.

But I was different.

I had some outlook on my future.

Unlike these broads, they couldn't be
past dinner.

The thought of a stiff drink is just
what they needed. A double whiskey would

sure bring the much -needed fire to
their hands.

We talked about how the hotel novelty
was starting to wear off, but how badly

we've missed the hot water, clean
sheets, and handsome elevator boys.

We only stayed for about an hour before
the sun became mostly unsunny.

And we decided to leave.

There was a knock at the door, and it
turned out to be Barbara.

She said she'd been out, and she said
she was finally seeing things all clear.

She realized finally that she was a
lesbian, and she said she thought she

me.

I told her, you sound senseless
muttering that kind of talk.

We only just met.

And furthermore, everything we've done
in bed together, you act like you

Forget?

About our love, Mrs.? How could I?

In fact, it's about the only thing at
the moment I can recollect.

Then she kissed me bringing her arms up
tied around me

So

suddenly it's her

that's doing the cleaning

How does it feel to be shunned,
neglected, so finally your body really

hunger?

I thought for a moment, then left the
room.

They always keep a stash of whiskey on
me.

Can't always afford those 50 cent
martinis.

Sometimes a rotten waitress will pester
me to order a drink.

I just say I'm here to enjoy the
scenery.

If only I had known that night I would
run into Braddock.

How foolish I would be to ask him if he
was buying me.

He said, can a man merely buy a drink
without being accused of anything?

I would miss his masculinity indeed, but
there will be others, hopefully.

But when?

How long would I have to be waiting for
another real man to come sweep me up in

this chariot?

I'd have to wait and see.

Someday my prince will come.

The last orientation ceremony was quite
crude as usual.

Dagmar marched down the line of new
girls, or new cotton in the mill as she

likes to call them.

She asked them what they thought the
most important tools of the trade were.

A blade, Pam asked.

Rosie thought it would be a comb and
hairspray.

Jody said black lace brassiere and
panties.

Nancy thought the whips and chains or
the rope.

Dagmar said you're all wrong.

There's many toys and gadgets that your
trick will fancy, but the most important

tool you already got, your body, is the
best tool.

Better the tool, better the
craftsmanship.

As she told the class the same analogy
I'd heard several times before, my

thoughts wandered into fear and
obscurity.

In my world, it was autumn, and these
new dames were to represent a new leaf,

new blossom.

A term to use up, and so in life. I saw
myself in these girls.

I wanted to warn them of the regrets,
the wither that would soon become rot.

Well done.

Throwing an event at their apartment in
the hills. He's getting married, so each

of you will attend.

Accompany the gentleman and collect.

It starts at 9 .30.

There's a decent guy who was actually a
really goofy cat.

He's dealt with my life enough already.

But I knew she would say, this is a call
girl training facility.

It ain't a time or place to get mushy.

Bert was a sadist.

He insisted I caused him much pain.

When he returned, he calls me home.

The first exercise Dagmar made me do was
go in a private room with Nancy and

make love to her.

We didn't really do it at all, just the
rest of each other, in case Dagmar came

in to check on us.

An experience in the field of lesbian,
in case one called.

I figured that wouldn't be half as bad
as a normal male -to -female scenario.

While necking, I recall her referring to
me as a slice of lovely.

The night started off by Sam opening the
door and giving us masks. After all, it

was a masquerade party.

Then Jerry came up and settled bills
with Lynette, who takes care of the

The grand total should have been
somewhere between...

6 '75 and a foot up is tight and no good
rotten alley.

Sam led Connie down a short corridor
into the master bedroom.

The rest of us girls drank and tried
black marijuana.

Johnny was the first guest to start
petting heavily at Nancy.

Some of the guests started demanding
that we become way out -topless.

Some of the female guests will find it
slightly absurd and appalling.

I followed Sam into the bedroom.

While he looked for the dope, I started
undressing him.

Said he couldn't start until he had a
tiny fit.

Otherwise, he was only partially turned
on.

Not bad. Go on. Take it all off, he
said. Like you're bound to do anyways.

I huffed and unpleasantly undressed.

Dan was frustrated.

Couldn't find his dope.

Ah, forget it, he said.

I'll be back, baby. Gotta talk to my pal
Ronnie.

He's been messing with my stuff.

He left.

I started to dress.

Oh, don't go putting your clothes on
suddenly.

I'll send a real sweet guy in to keep
you busy, I remember him saying.

All I could think about was how in just
a few hours I'd be free.

To be able to put it all behind me and
forget about the mockery that was, for

the last time, hanging over me.

The door opened.

In stepped a mysterious figure.

He stands, staring behind his mask.

Hello, lover, I confess.

What's your name?

Lowly.

The man took off his hat, and it was
Bradman.

No,

it couldn't be.

Of all the people, of all the Hollywood
parties, I wasn't him.

He told me everything with a look in his
eyes.

Oh, how disappointed he was.

He must have immediately left the party
for our services.

Oh, what?

Being in your position and everything.