The Women's Job - Part 30

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I put on one of my prettiest dresses Monday morning. One of the ones Connie bought me. Connie's taste in clothes was a little different from Virginia's, more contemporary. It was short, but I didn't mind that at all. I fussed a little more than usual over my hair that morning too. If I thought I could have gotten away with wearing it up the way I had Saturday night, I would have, but that would have been too much for work.

I filled Connie in on the way to work. She seemed surprised that I enjoyed me so thoroughly. "You weren't scared?" She was pleased about that.

"I was, a little, at first. But Jack's just so easy to get along with. I really like him." I explained.

"You didn't mind kissing him?"

I should have, I really should have minded. "I felt funny about it at first, but it wasn't so bad." I couldn't stop thinking about the way he touched my face and kissed me so tenderly; that way, it made me feel.

At my desk, I must have looked at his card in my purse half a dozen times before ten o'clock. I wondered if he'd really call me, and when?

It took forever for ten o'clock to there so I could call California. I had called Pat at home in the morning before, and I just had to tell her all about Jack. She was excited for me. It was great to have someone to know that I could talk to just like another woman. We talked for half an hour.

"What did Tina say?" Connie asked.

She thought I had been on the phone with Tina. "That was Pat in LA. I haven't called Tina yet." I explained.

"You better call her right now, Jen." Connie stood there waiting for me to dial the number.

I was afraid to call. I didn't want to hurt Tina, and she was certain to feel just that. I dialed.

"I waited all weekend for a call from you. Something's wrong, isn't there!?" Tina insisted.

"No, everything's fine. I'm just swamped, that's all."

"They can't make you work around the clock."

I didn't like the tone in her voice. "I've got all these new responsibilities now. I told you."

"I knew you were going to say that. That's no excuse, Jeffrey. You've got to have a life. Don't you want to see me anymore? It's been so long."

"No, Tina. You know I still care about you. It's not that." Right after I said it, I wished I hadn't. Sure, I did care, but not like I used to. Things were different now, much different, and she was so far away.

"Well then, you come home to me."

"I can't. Not now."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Tina?"

A few seconds later, I heard, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm furious with you, Jeffrey." With that, she slammed down the phone. Sadly, puzzled at what to do, I looked up at Connie.

"That didn't go very well. I gather she was pretty upset."

"She's furious. I knew she'd react that way. That's why I was so worried about telling her."

"You had to do it, Jennifer. But it would probably be best to just end it."

"I know." She was right. I knew that, but I didn't know-how. Tina had stayed with me through so much. She had helped me through a very difficult time in my life, and I loved her for it. She was a friend and much more.

"Well, you did what you had to do. Now let's just get on with things. Try to put it out of your mind."

Easier said than done, but I had plenty of work to do to give it a try.

I was just about to break for lunch when my phone rang for the umpteenth time that morning. I answered the way I usually did, "Hi, this is Jennifer."

"Hi. This is Jack." He replied cheerfully.

"Jack! Hi!" I said, sounding a little more excited than I probably should have. I was surprised to hear his voice. I had thought of him often that morning. "How are you?"

"I'm great. I was just wondering what you were doing for lunch?"

Lunch? He wanted me to go to lunch with him? "I was just going to have a salad here," I told him with caution in my voice.

"Why don't you let me take you out for Italian?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I'd been waiting for something just like this to happen, and now that it did, I wasn't sure what to do.

Connie walked out of the office as I was talking to him. I pointed to the phone and mouthed his name.'  It's Jack.' She raised her eyebrows and nodded that she understood.

What the hell. "Sure, Jack. That'd be nice."

"Great. I'll pick you up in twenty minutes?"

"Ok."

What did he want?" Connie asked when I put down the phone.

"He's taking me to lunch," I said with a smile.

"Oh, he is?" Connie seemed amused.

"Why not?" I asked sheepishly.

Connie laughed. "No, that's fine, Honey. Have a nice time."

I hurried upstairs to the ladies' room I used, checked my hair, my lipstick, put on some powder, and freshened my perfume. I went to the lobby to wait for Jack.

"Hi," Bobbie said. "What are you up to?" She asked casually.

"Nothing much." I hadn't told anyone at work about Jack. I wasn't sure what the reaction would be, and I didn't care to find out. I was anxious to tell Trish and Kim. I just couldn't keep that sort of thing from them. They were supposed to be back in town on Wednesday.

"Who you waiting for?" She asked.

It was pretty obvious that's what I was doing. I didn't usually hang around the lobby at that time of day. Bobbie knew I went to lunch around twelve.

"Just a friend. I'm going out for lunch."

That seemed to pique her curiosity, and Bobbie was very curious. "A friend? What's his name?"

Bobbie was kidding with me. She didn't know how close to the truth she was. I wasn't about to tell her. It would have been all over the office in an hour. "It's just a client," I told her, passing off her joke lightly.

I only had a few minutes to wait before the familiar Mercedes pulled up in front of the building. "See you in a little while," I said to Bobbie as I walked out the door to meet Jack.

I wished he had stayed in the car, so no one saw him, but he didn't, of course. He got out, came around the car to open my door for me.

"Hi." He said with a smile, then kissed me on the cheek. I knew Bobbie saw that. I was sure it killed the client's story. Damn! I didn't look back to be sure she was watching. I didn't dare.

"Hi," I said, returning his smile.

"So did you have a nice day with your Aunt yesterday?" He asked as we turned around and pulled out of the driveway.

We had a really nice lunch. We talked the whole time. I was learning a lot about him, and we were beginning to have more in common than just sports. He remained the perfect gentleman, seeing to my needs and comfort.

I never realized, as a man, that it could be so nice not to have to make every decision in a relationship. I discovered how lucky women were, at least those looked after by a man as kind as Jack.

He had me back at the office by one-thirty. I didn't usually take that long a lunch, and I'd be behind when I got back to my desk.

"No, don't get out." He was going to go around and open my door. "I can get it this time." I didn't want to give Bobbie anything else to see. I planned what I'd do. I leaned over to Jack and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you, Jack. I really enjoyed lunch." It was silly, but I'd planned on doing that all through lunch, just like normal couples did.

"It was my pleasure." He said gratefully. "Want to get together this weekend and do something?"

I wasn't kidding myself. I know I couldn't let the thing go too far. I shouldn't have said yes, but, "I'd like that."

"Good, I'll call you later in the week."

I did another stupid thing. I gave him my home phone number.

"So, maybe I can be trusted?" He said when I handed him my number.

"I'm beginning to think so," I said with a smile. "See you later."

I didn't stand there and watch him turn around and drive away. I knew Bonnie was probably watching us. As I walked up to the door, I thought to myself how well I was playing the game and how much fun it was. The best part was how easy it was to get away with it.

"He's cute." She commented as I walk through the door.

"Who, Jack? He's just a nice guy." I replied. I didn't like her smile. She had seen him kiss me earlier; I just knew it.

"Who's he with?" Bobbie asked coyly.

I wasn't prepared for that. My mind raced. "He's with Burbanks." It was a store I made a presentation to the previous week.

"Oh," Bobbie said, still smiling. "Do all your clients greet you the way he did, with a kiss?"

She had me, but I didn't give in. I pretended his familiarity annoyed me. "He a little too friendly." I had to get away from her.

As I walked through the inner door, I heard her say, "Friendly, Hmmm..."

Connie asked how it went, and I told her what little there was to tell. I did say that he wanted to go out over the weekend.

The afternoon was sort of crazy. I was in such a good mood it seemed to race by. With everything I had on my mind, not the least of all Jack, I hardly gave thought to my earlier conversation with Tina. It wasn't till later that evening that I let it bother me again. I really didn't like the way it ended.

Judy picked me up, and we hit the spa after work as I did every Monday night. Thursdays was usually with Trish and Kim. Sometimes Christy joined us, but not that night.

I was home by eight, had the salad I hadn't eaten at lunch, then Connie and I went food shopping. Another Monday ritual for us.

Tuesday was too quiet. It would have been nice if someone knew it was my birthday, but I didn't think it was a good idea to announce it. I knew I made some of the people at work uncomfortable, and there was no point in aggravating the situation. Still, a small cake would have been nice. Not even Connie seemed to know.

I had my regular appointment with the doctor that morning. That wasn't any way to raise my spirits either. The nurse, Linda, took two vials of blood, the same as she did every visit. Dr. Winter gave me a new prescription to get filled. Another type of hormone, she explained.

As always, I gave the prescription to Connie to get filled since she was able to get it filled more cheaply than I could. The drugs were so expensive. The cost was eating up quickly, the little money I had saved. I had to wait ninety days before Jennifer's insurance would kick in. And even then, my problem wasn't covered. It was preexisting. That was one of the bad parts about being a 'new employee'. I lost all the time and benefits I had gained as Jeffrey. At least I had Connie. I made Connie promise to keep a running tally of what I owed her.

Losing the car Jeffrey was awarded wasn't so great either. I had to depend on Connie and my friends to go anywhere. They were all really nice about it, though.

The rest of the day was pretty tame. It was just a typical day. I had lunch with the girls from the art department. Spending time with them was really nice. It seemed to me that they'd come to accept me as one of them. I was no longer left out of their conversations, even though some of the things they talked about sort of embarrassed me.

I was glad when the day started to wind down. I finished a shoot about four and was ready to go by a quarter to five. I just had to wait for Connie. I filled my time with busy work while I waited. I thought Connie would never be ready. It was almost six-thirty before we left.

"So he didn't call today?" Connie asked as we drove home.

I thought he might. I almost hoped he would. "No."

"Don't worry, Jen. He'll call. From what you've told me, he likes you."

"How do you know?" I asked. I meant he seemed to, but how do you know about those things.

"When they stop treating you the way they should. When they stop opening doors when they break dates with you when they argue over the smallest thing. That's when you should worry." I knew she spoke from experience.

I was feeling pretty tired and let down as Connie unlocked the door to the apartment and went in to put our briefcases down.

Food? The apartment was filled with the unmistakable smell of food. I glanced into the dining room, and the table was fully set. I just began to dawn on me what was happening when I heard, "Surprise! Surprise!" The words rang out from the bedrooms and kitchen door. "Happy Birthday!" My friends sang out as they poured out of the woodwork.

They had done it to me. I was shocked. Never before had anyone managed to throw me a surprise birthday party early.

All my friends were there. Christy, Brook, and Debbie. Trish, Kim, Gloria, and Judy. From the office, there were the girls that had stood up for me, Carol, Pam, Linda, and Gwen. Somehow Bobbie's husband Jack even let her out for an evening. Dear Virginia stood in the background, giving me the warmest smile. Of course, she was there.

Along with Pam from makeup. Carol and Patty from accounting. All the people I called my friends. The ones who stood by me through my difficult and awkward transition.

As I stood there, facing all my wonderful friends, I did the dumbest thing. I was so overwhelmed and happy that I just started to cry. They hadn't forgotten me.

Connie, Christy, and some of the others came over and assured me there was nothing to get so emotional about. "I know. I can't help it." It always seemed so odd to me that women could cry at the drop of a hat, especially when they were happy. I could never understand that, and there I was, doing just that. I was so happy, surrounded by all of my friends.

The crowd of us squeezed in around the dining room table as the caterers, who were hiding in the kitchen, came out and served us a delicious dinner. We talked and laughed through the whole meal. When we finished, we got up from the table, and the caterers cleared it all away. They even took the dirty dishes with them as they left.

The cake was beautiful. They had it decorated with the face of a girl and the words Happy Birthday Jennifer' and beneath that it said, 'To A Special Young Lady'. I almost cried again.

We drank champagne as I opened the mountain of gifts they had all brought me. We had a ball. A lot of the gifts were gag gifts. Carol and Brook bought me teddies, really sexy ones. I got a few really sexy things from Fredericks of Hollywood, including a few pairs of sexy underwear, a slinky bright red silk chemise with matching string bikini panties, a revealing black lace nightie, and a white lace bodysuit from Judy.

Christy bought me designer jeans and a short spandex top to go with them.

I got three new dresses. I saw Virginia's reaction when I held up one of them. She must have thought it was too short, too revealing to be tasteful. I thought it was great.

Linda, my favorite tennis partner, bought me the most adorable white tennis outfit, and everybody loved it.

Kim got me a new workout set, including knee-length leggings, a leotard, and a pair of nylon shorts to wear over it. It was really cute.

Pam bought me perfume. It smelled great, and they insisted I put some on. It smelled wonderful on me. I didn't say anything to anyone, but I wondered how Jack would like it?

Connie was the practical one. She bought me another pair of jeans, a white jeans skirt, two casual blouses, and the most beautiful white silk blouse. She thought just like a mother, and I loved her for it. To her, I was a daughter.

I wasn't surprised, only a little disappointed that I didn't even get a card from my real mother. I should have been used to it. It was much more than the miles that separated us. It didn't bother me so much anymore. I had a new mother that loved me the way my own should have.

Virginia saved hers for last. I think she was a little embarrassed because she definitely spent too much. At least I thought she did. The ring was gorgeous, and the matching necklace and bracelet were exquisite. She apologized to me because she couldn't find earrings to exactly match. The set was breathtaking, and everyone was so envious.

None of it was gaudy. The gold setting on the ring had three diamonds, one large and two small, in a modest setting that made it all the more stunning. The necklace had about seven diamonds. The one in the middle of the set was slightly larger than the others. "It's about two carats altogether," Virginia explained modestly. The bracelet looked something like a tennis bracelet, only the stones were cut a little differently than I'd ever seen, and the settings were much more delicate.

The earrings were 18 carat gold with cut diamonds set in a large open teardrop. They dangled from a short, delicate gold chain from the diamond studs. If the necklace had two carats worth of diamonds, then each earring had a least one. It was too much. At the time, I couldn't imagine where I could wear them. I'd be so afraid of losing them. Still, I couldn't thank Virginia enough after I scolded her for spending too much. She only laughed at me.

Having opened all their packages, I finally sat back on the couch and looked at my friends. They were gathered around me on the furniture and sprawled on the floor among my opened gifts.

I could feel it happening again, and I couldn't stop it. As my eyes filled with tears, I said, "You're all wonderful. I've never had friends like you. I don't know what I did to deserve you all." Then I just balled.

Christy, Trish, and Virginia stayed till we had cleaned up the last of the mess. It was late. I put on my new red chemise that night to sleep in. As I turned down the bedspread, I found the card on my pillow. It wasn't one to be shared with my friends at the party that night.

'Dearest Daughter', it began. 'There are few things in a woman's life more precious, more rewarding than her daughter. God has blessed me with one of life's greatest treasures. In Connie's own hand, at the bottom, was the following;

'Jennifer, having you here with me has given me more pleasure than you'll ever know. My life has had a gaping hole that has been filled with the love I feel for you, my daughter. Know that you will always have a home here with me.' It was signed, 'Your loving Mother, Always'.

I just sat on the bed, absorbing her words, appreciating the bond we had formed between us. Did she know she filled the hole in my life too, I wondered? I went to her room to make sure she knew.

I crawled under my covers, feeling very warm, very loved. That night was full of pleasant dreams.

My spirits were really up Wednesday morning. I wore the new dress that Judy bought me. It was really cute, all white and trimmed with delicate lace.

I went around to the girls who had come to my party and thanked them again. Everyone in the office knew about it, and a few said that they wished they had been invited.

I had a really good day. I never felt better about who I was. Who I was pretending to be, was probably a better way to put it, but who was I if I wasn't Jennifer? I was happy with my life, I had friends, and I had a great job. How could it get any better?

I wore my new workout outfit to the spa that night and gave the workout everything I had. I was exhausted when it was over but felt great.

At home that, the night I gave myself a complete beauty treatment with Connie's help, a facial with beauty mask, a bubble bath with oils, the works. I felt wonderful.

"We should treat ourselves to a day at the spa soon." She suggested. "You'd love the way they treat you there."

"Could I do that?"

"Of course you can, Honey."

"I mean, could I get away with it?"

"We'd just have to be a little cautious, but sure."

That sounded terrific. "I'd really like that."

I told myself I did it was so that I would be prettier, more attractive, more convincing. In the back of my mind was the thought that the better I looked, the easier it would be to continue to fool Jack. I got quite a boose in ego, knowing he found me attractive. That was where my newfound self-confidence was coming from, and I enjoyed the attention he showed me. Still, it was just a game, wasn't it?

I was on my way out my office door on Thursday morning, heading for the art room for a meeting I had scheduled, when my phone rang. I went back to my desk and answered it.

"Do you ride?" The voice asked. It was Jack.

"Hi, Jack." I was a little surprised to hear from him so soon. Glad, but surprised. "Do I ride?" I asked.

"Horses, do you ride?" He asked again.

"When I was little." It was a half-truth at a fair in New Jersey when I was five or six.

"Great. We're going horseback riding Saturday with my sister and her husband."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know which worried me more, riding or meeting his sister and her husband. It appeared settled, though. "It sounds like fun." I didn't want to tell him I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea. There wouldn't have been any reason to be if we were a normal couple.

"Good. Get out your riding boots. I'll pick you up at eight, Saturday morning."

That early? "Alright, I'll see you then."

As I walked to the art room, I wondered what I should wear Saturday, where I could find a pair of boots and why I should be so excited about spending the day with the man?

I told Linda that I had to skip our regular Thursday night tennis date because I had to go shopping for Saturday.

"What's happening Saturday?" She asked, curious.

"I'm going riding, and I need to find boots," I explained.

"That sounds like fun. Who are you going with?"

I couldn't tell her the truth. "Just a friend."

I was too vague. "Is that the same friend you had lunch with on Tuesday?" She asked with a smile.

Bobbie had a big mouth. "He's really just a friend." I insisted.

Linda touched my arm, and with an understanding smile, said, "It's alright, Jennifer. You're allowed to have 'friends'. Just be careful. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. I'd hate to see you hurt."

I just looked at her in disbelief. She was saying it was alright for me to go out with a guy? Did she think I was gay? When I thought about it, what else would someone think? I was a man, living as a woman. It was a natural assumption. And why not let them think so? Wasn't it better that way?

"He's just a really nice guy, and he treats me well."

"That's all a girl can ask for," Linda said with a smile.

I felt relieved in a strange sort of way.

I didn't know how Christy would react to my having a date with Jack on Saturday, but I had to tell her. She knew me too well, and I couldn't get away with lying to her. She wasn't thrilled, but she didn't get as upset as I thought she would. "Just don't get too friendly with him."

She knew I couldn't do that. That was probably why she didn't get too upset about my going.

Christy knew right where to go to find boots. She picked me up at my place early; I wore my new jeans to break them in. I also wore the spandex top she gave me to with them. It felt strange to go out with my midriff exposed, but lots of girls wore that kind of top, so I had no real reason to be embarrassed.

I brought along a change of clothes for work Friday since Christy talked me into spending the night at her apartment. That was fine since I felt a little guilty for going out with Jack Saturday instead of Christy.

I found a great pair of boots, brown, with a quick heal, appropriate for riding, the man in the store assured me. I wore them out of the store.

We got to Christy's early and just laid around after getting ready for bed. I was setting my hair every night, and so did Christy. We looked quite a sight, snuggled up next to each other on the couch in our nighties.

Christy tried but wasn't able to make me achieve an orgasm that night, but that was alright. I was getting used to that. As usual, I took a lot of satisfaction from bringing her to that peak again and again.

As we lay there later, holding each other, I asked her, "What does it feel like?"

"What does what feel like?" She responded, absent-mindedly stroking my shoulder.

It was a strange thing to ask, but, "Having a man touch you, stroke your breasts, inside you, making love to you, touching you the way I do?"

Christy rolled over and looked sadly into my eyes. "You poor thing. Poor Jen. You are trapped between two worlds, aren't you?"

She didn't need to remind me. "What does it feel like?" I knew it felt good to have my face touched so tenderly. I wondered if the rest felt that good.

"I don't know how to describe it. There's a definite difference between the way a man makes love and making love with another woman. You know now how women make love to each other, and it's wonderful. When a man and woman make love, it's different. A man's reactions are more unpredictable, less sensitive to a woman's wants. Still, it's that unpredictability that makes it so wonderful. When a man and a woman are in the heat of passion, they think of only one thing, animal lust, and that's what makes it so exciting.

I tried to imagine what it might be like for a woman, but I could do only that, imagine. "So it's better?"

"No, not better. Different. Just as satisfying, sometimes more, sometimes not."

I went to sleep, wondering how it felt to be made love to by a man.

Friday was another good day. Connie and I found time for a heart-to-heart. We talked about men, and I shared with her my innermost thoughts, including those that I couldn't share with Christy. She asked a lot of probing questions about how I felt about Jack, and I was honest with her. I knew she wanted to know if I was interested in men. I confessed my curiosity.

Dinner out was Christy's treat on Friday night. Brook and Debbie joined us. I never got tired of Debbie's sense of humor, and I always felt good when I went out with the three of them. They behaved themselves in public, not giving away their secret. We were just four girls out for an evening of fun.

Christy made a suggestion as we were leaving the restaurant. "What would you think of taking Jen to 'Ladies Night' at the Oasis?"

Brook and Debbie weren't that thrilled with the idea. "Why not go to Temptations?" Debbie suggested.

"What's Temptations?" I asked innocently. I knew what going to a bar where they had a ladies' night meant.

Christy explained in a disapproving tone. "It's a bar where a lot of lesbians hang out." She told Debbie, "I don't think Jen would enjoy that too much."

"Could we go another time?" I asked. "I've heard about 'Ladies Night' entertainment, and I'd be curious to see what goes on in those places."

Brook said, "It could be fun; let go." She whispered something in Debbie's ear, and Debbie agreed. I wondered what Brook told her.

We were early enough to get a table down front. Debbie cut in front of another girl to get it. We had drinks while we waited for the entertainment. We had to wait for almost an hour and a half.

By nine, the place was packed with women. Some were really decked out. I wished I had worn something other than my skirt suit that I had worn to work that day.

I hadn't bothered to go home to change, and we didn't know what we were going to do, so Christy didn't offer to loan me anything else to wear. It was nice that I could get away with borrowing some of her clothes from time to time.

We were on our third round when the lights finally dimmed, and they lit up the dance floor. I was feeling quite mellow when the spotlight was shone on the curtains, and the young man strutted out to do his stuff.

I watched the women make fools of themselves as they screamed at the guy to take his clothes off. They played rap music as his background, and the well-tanned guy obliged the waiting women. His moves were very erotic and held everyone's attention. I was fascinated by his gyrations and their effect on women.

Christy and Brook got into the spirit. Debbie wasn't all that taken by him, but she went along. I was the only one that acted like a prude. I saw what the guy did when women flashed their money, and I didn't want any part of his coming over to our table and gyrating in front of us.

The second guy was even better. He was a real bodybuilder and, while his moves weren't quite as good, he's flexing his muscles drove the women crazy.

We were on our fourth round of drinks when blondie came out. He wasn't as muscular as the second guy, but he danced better than the first. He caught Christy's eye. Brook liked him too. They were both waving dollar bills in his direction.

Christy and Brook were nearest to the dance floor; Christy got his attention first. She took great care in tucking her money safely into his gee string. She rubbed his ass when he shook it in her face. He didn't seem to mind her doing it. I always thought you weren't allowed to touch the dancers.

Brook was even more risque. She placed her collar so that she could rub the inside of his thighs.

I thought he was going to leave and move on, having collected his money. I hadn't seen what Debbie was doing the whole time he had been dancing for Christy and Brook. My attention had been elsewhere.

He surprised me when he came behind Christy, squeezing between the crowded tables, and stopped in front of me. I didn't know why he'd done that. He started gyrating for me, pressing himself closer and closer. I was so embarrassed. Finally, with one foot on one side of my chair, he swung the other up onto the table. He thrust his pelvis at me and waited.

I was so flustered.

Debbie pressed the money into my hand. "Go ahead, Jennifer, tuck it in there."

Everyone in the whole place was watching me. They were screaming at me, "Do It! Do it!" They all could see how embarrassed I was, including the man standing over me with his crotch only inches from my face. I took the money from her and played along, gingerly pulling out his gee string and tucking in the five-dollar bill. I didn't know he was going to lean over and kiss me till it was too late. I didn't know that a five bought you a kiss. I wasn't ready exactly. He had a tongue and wasn't afraid to plunge it into my mouth. I wondered if they were in the habit of doing that. I half-heartedly returned his kiss, just so he wouldn't think I was too strange.

Knowing I was embarrassed, the whole place applauded me. The dancer moved on. I turned to Debbie and Brook with that look that said 'die'. They laughed, and so did Christy. She must have known Debbie would pull something like that.

Nothing like that happened again during the show. We had fun, and I let them talk me into tucking away a few more singles. I was amazed at the way most of the women in the place behaved. Once or twice I thought a few of the women were going to rape the dancers. They actually chased them right out onto the floor, hanging on them.

When the entertainment was over, the men, who had been impatiently waiting outside, poured into the bar. They were in heat, and so were half the women in the place. We decided to go. It was eleven, and I had to get up early in the morning. I wanted to be ready on time, and I wanted to look just right.