“I’m here for my cousin, okay? I'm going to keep it real. I want you to represent him. I don’t care if you’re a public defender or what. He’... got a future. You and I go way back,” I said.“What kind?” She said.“He raps,” I answered.“Oh, mixtape rappers. Those.”I rolled my eyes for a second and said: “Once upon a time, not long ago, didn’t you idolize a rapper because of his mentality? Didn’t you idolize the fact that he came from almost nothing, just like us? You still idolize him, do you?” I. ” * A half hour later we were strolling through the front door under the three lavender rings, showing our club photo-IDs at the door, then checking our IDs just inside, as they were much too valuable to lose. The check-girl grinned at us, wearing a merry-widow whose silken cups showed off her nipple rings. As we walked through the door to the lesbian area, Rachel asked looked at me and asked, “You ever think of nipple rings?” I shrugged as we entered the dance bar. It was just beginning to. "Don't be silly. He'smuch too old to be interested in me. I'm only fifteen, you know.Anyway, since there's not going to be a handfasting, you'll probablywant something a little less elaborate. I think that this dress wouldsuit you. What do you think?"Alex's body led Naomi to a pale aqua, silk dress. It was high-collared,sleeveless, not terribly clingy and with a long, straight skirt. It washigh-slit on the right, to just over the knee, for ease of mobility.Starting from the lower left hem of. Inside, a few dozen soldiers and sailors were watching a toothless slattern cavort on stage, singing a desultory ballad while occasionally offering a flash of her skirts revealing her veinous calves. (I daresay the odor from her waved skirts would have extinguished any lustful thoughts prompted by the display.) Her animations seemed to be drawing little interest, even from so female-hungry a crowd as these soldiers."Hello hello hello," said a fellow at the bar, with pomaded hair and eyeglasses.