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4: “Did the rehearsal go well?” Dan wanted to
know. Marla, Jenny and Tessa arrived to join Rich at the same time. “Yes,” they chorused. “That sounded a little off-key. Could you
work on that?” Dan joked. “Very funny,” Jenny elbowed him playfully.
But the look on Rich’s face made her frown and turn in the direction he was
looking. “No way,” they chorused again, only this
time Dan’s voice lent a baritone to the mix. Walking toward them, Bonnie was modeling
the evening’s costume for the women. Martha was happily accompanying. The
black ensemble consisted of a bustier with a matching, smallest imaginable
thong, thigh-high hose and platform shoes with stiletto heels. Bonnie walked
up swinging her backside to full advantage as she turned and walked away from
the crowd, showing off two full, perfectly muscled cheeks. “There is no way I’m going to let my butt
jiggle across stage in that,” Tessa declared. “Martha, what are you thinking? You know
the age of our audience can be under sixteen. Is that even legal to wear
anyway?” Rich asked. “Sorry, I can’t let Jenny wear that,” Dan
began, only to have Jenny swing around and face him. “You can’t let me wear that? Look, buster,
you can’t tell me what to wear,” Jenny fumed. She loved Dan, and though she
was not going to wear that outfit, it was her decision, not his. “Whoa! Sorry, that didn’t come out right. I
meant with this stalker around, that outfit might escalate things. I wouldn’t
presume to tell you what to wear. I trust your judgment.” Dan knew that she
didn’t want to wear the outfit. He’d heard her right along with the others
when Bonnie had come out of the room. “Oh, sorry. That makes sense. Bonnie, I
agree with Rich. Our crowd is too young for us to wear that,” Jenny said. “Oh, don’t get your panties in a wad. You
were right, Bonnie, they’re all prudes. You guys keep forgetting we’re in
Vegas, the kids see more or should I say less out on the boulevard. Come on
let’s go get the rest of your costume,” Martha said as she steered Bonnie
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