‘I believe she has.’ Neral had to concede with a sigh, ‘You were right, I had to be firm.’ ‘She fixates on her version of correct and, with ...something like this, you were never going to coax her to your point of view.’ Neral nodded. ‘I was just hoping that time would have done the work for me.’ ‘No matter. All is as you wish it to be.’ Nessein studied Deres carefully, ‘Try not to eat with your hands.’ Light shone in her dark eyes as she waited patiently. He gave her a visual appraisal as well.. By then the song was slower so we were dancing face to face and she leaned in and whispered in my ear "are you having fun yet" and I replied oh yeah. So the party was coming to an end and it was about 2 or 3 in the morning I was tipsy she was tipsy and she says to me can we go to your house. I said sure why? She didn't say but we went to a pay phone she made a call and told me lead the way. So we got on the train and headed to my house I told it was a bit of a walk she said fine just as long as. At least he won't keep me awake. I laid there for what seemed an eternity. I looked at the clock once more on the wall. It was now 2:30 am. I gave up...I got out of bedroom to go to the bathroom. Everyone was fast asleep. It was so strange to have a house full of people and have it so quiet I thought. As I tip toed back to my room I just realized. Wait a min. Tracy's room is right there. I stood in the center of the living room. Looking at her bedroom door and then looking at mine. Deciding. I rarely went with him. Although I shared his unquenchable hope and his charming optimism, I had had too much close hand experience of show business to want to expose myself to its heartlessness, especially when that heartlessness was directed at the man I loved. Rick Dempsey had been a lover of mine when I was eighteen, and through his eyes I had seen enough of the sordid cynicism of the star-making machine to last several lifetimes. Jason Larue, the producer who still holds the record for.