)(Spoken)ALDONZAAnd still he torments me!How should I be a lady?(Singing)For a lady has modestand maidenly airs,And a virtue I somehowsuspect that I l...ck;It’s hard to rememberthese maidenly airsIn a stable laidflat on your back!Won’t you look at me, look at me,God, won’t you look at me!Look at the kitchen slutreeking with sweat!Born on a dung heapto die on a dung heap,A strumpet men use and forget!If you feel that you see meNot quite at my virginal best,Cross my palm with a coin,And I’ll. Yes, it is possible, as you can now so obviously tell. But without my powers, your internal organs would explode and you could as well land in 1944. Do you know what I mean by 1944? I hope so. I am giving you a sui generis opportunity here! You will not only learn how to walk in heels, but you will also learn how to twirl. And when this planet plunges into chaos, I will finally take you with me, to my place. You will then be my queen. You will then see me in PERSON. You see, my dear – former –. Back in 1980 I was just an innocent girl of eighteen and my sexuality was just beginning to emerge, like most girls my age, no one had ever taken the time to explain anything about the feelings that were racing through my body. The only person I could talk to was my best friend Nancy, and we told each other everything! You could just about be sure that if Nancy was around, Valerie couldn't be far away!"Hey Val," Nancy whispered, "I found some of my dad's magazines in the basement last night,. A single small spot light lit up the face of the older woman I had met earlier as she sang, the expression on her face enhancing the Sephardic song that told of the pain and suffering endured by her ancestors. I didn’t have to understand the lyrics as the emotions carried me back to the origins of flamenco. I had found what I was searching for. The room was almost packed out by now and my table was against the far wall. The young lady, Estralita, came over and I ordered another glass of red.