Sammy did the same and Lenny showed them into a corridor which led to the club.Sammy was surprised, “Oh, it’s, uh ordinary,” she observed.“Sur...e,” Lenny agreed, “There’s a bar one end, a stage the other, what did you expect?”“Something kinky maybe?” she suggested. “Like the mirrored ceiling and the paintings?” Lenny suggested with a laugh, “You don’t have to look far for kinky, why there’s some weird stuff in the bathrooms.”“Oh I didn’t look up there,” Sammy admitted.“Here’s the place I told you. And then I read the title. Twice. That song was no more from his country than fortune cookies are from China.“You’re kidding,” I said to Oleg, with the benefit of amplification. The audience tittered in anticipation. Obviously they wanted to see me get in trouble.“SING!”I turned to the band, which was already playing the lead-in, or rather the first bar over and over again. Well, here goes:“Hit it.”If I were a rich man, Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.All day long I’d biddy biddy. Junior deposited Juanita on the dining room table, pulled his knife and cut the bandage from her leg. He was relieved to see the bleeding had slowed to a trickle and left the tourniquet in place. Examining the wound he found a through and through wound on the inside of her left thigh, with round holes on both ends. Janet ran into the room, then stopped at the doorway."Is she dead?" she asked in a cold voice that said she had buried too many comrades. Junior shook his head as he continued. And when she finished, she finished with a fury; first gripping his head for support, then grabbing the dance pole with both hands and banging the back of his head against it a half-dozen times with her final ecstatic throes.Cheers from the crowd of drunken men and half-dressed dancers rang in Wendell’s ears as she collapsed onto the stage floor, her legs kicked wide open and her arms raised victoriously. The dildo, still slimy and wet with Wendell’s saliva, towered triumphantly out of her.