To tell you the truth, this wasn't my first pity party. I had learned that I could find happiness–however temporarily–at the bottom of a wine bott...e.So I usually kept a bottle on hand for those rough days I'd just as soon forget. I wasn't a drunk, don't misunderstand. It's just that a glass or two of wine took the edge off and helped me unwind on rough days.However, after this incident of being shot down by what should have been a coworker, it was more than a rough night. I'd had a perfectly. Something wrong?”“We can’t be on stage...”“The fans won’t be able to...”“We gotta figure out how to...”“They’ve been so good and we...”“How can we...”The door opened and Ted Michaels motioned them in.“OK,” he started, “one at a time, what’s wrong?”The kids explained the situation, and the grown man had to admit that it was a puzzler. In truth it had been assumed that with this separation the shows would be suspended until the child-couple was reunited. Now Paul and Paula made it clear that. It’s Keith’s house and he’s standing right there. If he kicks me out I go, but no chank like you is gonna make me move.” “Keith…” Danielle began. “Oh, boo-hoo. Run to daddy, bitch. What did I hear? You two have been going out for six years? Six years? If he hasn’t popped the question by now, honey, it ain’t ever gonna happen. Which makes you nothing more than his shag hag. Maybe it’s time for Keith to trade up.” That was plenty for Danielle. The girls had slowly drifted apart while they’d. Moist-eyed, trembling and breathless -- due nodoubt in part to a tight corset -- he moved to the center of the platformand began to walk hesitantly down towards the end, executing as best hecould the 'model's walk', placing each step directly in front of theother, so his hips swung from side to side. At the front, he cocked onearm at the elbow, the other slightly out from his side, fingers splayed,and pirouetted, stumbling slightly in his heels, but recovering quickly.He then moved part way.