Each held out her right hand. In her grip was a six pack of beer. A really good beer of Irish origin. If a certain whiskey is my darling, then that be...r is my sweetheart."We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are having, ' I told myself as my hand reached for the door handle.I peeped around. There was a sheen of perspiration on her body as she stood with feet apart and gyrated her hips to the delight of all the other onlookers. Craig, (He was the photographer he later found out) was dancing with her and behind her was Rocco her manager. Rocco was a tall muscular guy with a bald head and smooth chocolate skin. Craig was getting all the attention from the crowd now as he lay on the floor in some very admirable dance moves. He obviously was a trained dancer on his feet as well as on. Her pulses quickened at the sight of that sleek black dog and the throbbing tingle began between her legs.She watched as Cindy gently, almost lovingly, stroked the dog's head. His tail wagged and Bette would swear she saw an adoring look on his face as he looked up at his mistress."He is a beautiful dog," Bette said, moving over to put her hand on his smooth haired head. "They say Dobermans are extremely clever and can be trained to do almost anything."Bette smiled to herself when she saw Cindy. These sessions usually last about two hours and I always plan a break in the middle for the intake and outflow of fluids from the audience. It was then that the Brents singled me out with some nice words on how they had found my comments and suggestions so far to be quite enlightening and useful. "Yes, Alyssa and I have learned more already tonight than we have known all the time before this. Quite good. There are some questions we do have, however, that we would like to pose, more privately,.