"Alex settled back in the cab and let him try. That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a ...mell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones. Shea knew right away there was something wrong and that the eleven women weren’t here for the party but for sinister reasons. She responded in the same language. “I am sorry I had to evade security.”“That security won’t matter, the pheromone Gas will make all males our willing slaves and they will shoot their female partners and non human colleagues. We got less than twelve minutes.”By the mirrors two women handled underarm long glass rods with a greenish liquid. Shaill bio-genetic pheromone. Secure was 1700, one hour before dinner.“We could do it quicker if we weren’t dressed like fucking girls!” Doris moaned.“I’m fucking fed up with you Doris! We have no choice so shut your bitching!” Michele snapped.“Oh you fucking like this don’t you! You’re some sort of homo transvestite fag aren’t you!” Doris snapped back.Michele slapped Doris across the face, much to the astonishment of Polly and Mary.Michele looked Doris in the eye waiting for a response and got none. Doris lowered her head. Well, who cares what they think…that’s what I say! Inside the bar I grabbed a bottle of Coors Light and planted myself in the middle of the scuffed wooden floor to watch the band. I had heard about the show on the radio and that these guys were really quite good, so I was hoping it was a good choice for the evening. When they came on stage and began playing I knew I was right, they were great. And for a bunch of country musicians, they were really cute too. But it was the lead singers who had.