Joelle said nothing, her only action was a long steady wink of her dark left eye holding hands once again the trio slipped out surreptitiously through... the brass studded doors.Greta gripped Blakey with apparent passion kissing her strongly, as she pushed her back to the wood paneled wall; deliberately she started to paw Blakey's firm breasts."Just look as if you're enjoying it" whispered Greta in her ear."I am, honestly!" came the terse hurt reply."No, oh forget it, just listen, do you remember. Then she called for a cab, got in with me and asked for my address then told the driver where to take us. On our arrival she took my purse, got my keys out and helped me inside. She laid me on the bed, undressed me, and then took me into the shower. The cold stream of water cleared the fog in my mind enough to understand I had been stupid to get so drunk and, as she dried my body, my inhibitions were wiped out. Thanking her I had the idea of just embracing her neck, pulling her to me I started. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite register.Not until that day. She’d been invited here by a long-time partner, one who always seemed to know her better than she knew herself. That’s how she liked her partners, usually: smarter than her, controlling, completely dominant, and a touch sadistic. She liked feeling small. Tiny. Incompetent. But he was something else, too: he was sweet. Kind. Dominant and strict, sure, but gentle when it mattered. Had she been the type to commit. " Sending Tony and Monster Girl is probably an act of war," someone else added.It went downhill from there.Traci was singing Stupid Cupid, a song that Mandy Moore did for a movie I couldn't remember off the top of my head, though I thought Connie Francis did it better back in the fifties. And Jordon McCoy on American Juniors beat them both. With Traci, all three of them had competition.I was looking out the wings at the audience and mentally counting the cash. At three dollars a head for.