We made one hell of a lot of deep-fried alligator tacos. I thought that it would be fishy, but no way. It was a lot like veal, once you cooked the tou...hness out of it. We must have fed forty people off that goddamned nuisance of a 'gator. We had one hell of a time. The beer flowed like water.The folks brought out guitars, mandolins, banjos and ukuleles, not to mention drums, harmonicas and spoons. Oh, the dirty, dirty songs they played around that beach fire!I cruised down the coast until I hit. "Oh baby, it's not your fault," Amanda said.She was furious when she found out how the teasing started. The P.E.teacher, Coach Tanner, called Nicole "Miss Priss."Amanda stormed out of the nurse's office, telling Nicole she would beback. She headed to the coach's office."No offense, ma'am, but Nicholas is not like other boys," Coach Tannersaid when Amanda confronted him. "He needs to toughen up. Maybe living ina house where he is the only boy has made him the way he is."Amanda was. " She blinked, and her mouth snapped shut.He smiled as he recalled the moment he had spotted her the previous evening. She had been sitting with friends in the back of the lounge. Four sweet young girls, out on the town together. No doubt they were on a tight budget, and that is why they had elected to go to the casino where he was working. The drinks were cheap (and watered down), and the cover-charge was only $5.00 to get in and see the show.He had been on-stage, singing "standards" from a. I rang the doorbell and turned away from it before they could open it. Marjorie's Mom answered the door and asked seeing a hooded person on the porch. "Yes? May I help you?"I turned around and showed her my features. She was puzzled, but not put off by my appearance. "Hello? Who are you?" she asked me."Mrs. Wise, I used to be Walter. Now I'm Sinthia, I had an even worse change. Can I have a talk with Marjorie? If you don't want me, I'll go home and you can forget that I ever asked."Mrs. Wise.