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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.