‘John here just finished school,’ her father said proudly. Rose inwardly rolled her eyes. As much as she loved an educated man, she couldn’t hel... but hate every single recent graduate she had come across lately. So pretentious! ‘Mr. Dupont,’ Rose said defiantly, turning her attention across the table. ‘May I ask where you are from?’ ‘Rose…’ her mother hissed quietly. ‘New Orleans,’ he said proudly. ‘Except James has been practicing in London for the past, how many years has it been?’ her. "Show you what, Glivard?" She asked, confused at his request.All he could manage was pointing to the naked Valerie, who smiled broadly at his daring request. She knew that just moments ago, this boy would never even have dared ask something so brazenly of a woman. She grabbed hold of Betty and pulled her aside for another private talk."What do you think your doing?" Betty asked."Listen Betty," Valerie told her. "Glivard is asking to see you naked too." You can't be serious," Betty objected,. And Mrs. Hayward,” Wendy proudly announced, gripping his hand.“Congratulations on your wedding,” the woman replied, her eyes trying to politely avoid Wendy’s deep cleavage. “Please follow me to your table.” They followed her hand in hand through the elegantly decorated room.People engrossed in conversation would pause to look at the sensually dressed figure of the passing woman. Whispers were exchanged amongst patrons about the man who looked so famous. It wasn’t unusual for the hotel to host. "We can't kick you out of the park because Lana has a show here tonight."He led up to a curtained off area. It was 4 curtains across, two deep, with two curtains down the middle making two 2x2 "Cells", one of men and one for women. "We can't put people in a real cell anymore, so this will have to do," he said, pushing Lana into the left one and me into the right one."Technically you can go at anytime, but we'd appreciate it if you stay." I walk over the the "wall" and whisper to Lana..