For an encore, we decided to do ‘Nutbush’; this time at least half of the audience were dancing. We extended the song, maybe playing at least twic... as long as it would normally last. People wanted us to continue playing, but it was right on eleven, and the pub had to close. We really didn’t need to pack anything up, since we would only have to set things up again for tomorrow. We shut everything down, and headed back to the studio to discuss how things went.Once back in the studio, we talked. Honestly,keeping straight who bought what was one of the most complex parts of myacting career. They would get upset if I confused their gifts. Eachwanted to act as if I was their girl. And each night, I was as theirturns rolled around.I had to resort to keeping a log of "gifts" and who supplied what andexpected me to be wearing which outfit. It never mattered once we weredrunk, but their fragile male egos were hard to navigate before that.Extra wardrobes were brought to my room to hold. Miranda had also uncovered various crimes the men committedranging from tax evasion to fraud and had informed the appropriateauthorities. It made the men's disappearances look as if they had fledthe country. The last file concerned the actual transformation of one of the men. Codyopened it up and read how Miranda was able to physically transform themale in less than a day. There were even photos included of thetransformation. All of the photos had a date-time imprint on them. The photos were of. Open up and let me in." What a minute I'm not dressed."Bob unhooked his suction cups, wrapped his body in the bed sheet,unlocked the door and retreated to the bed. Candy stormed in like sheowned the place."What are you doing here?" questioned Bob."I'm fulfilling my pledge to Sue, to watch out for your sad ass. Howare you doing since your clumsy accident?" I'm fine, now please leave."Candy ignored his request. "Not so fast, I want to be able to give Sue adetailed report on your condition."Bob.