Noticing my bewilderment, she explained, "I'm in my avant-garde stage." Fucking artistic types, I sneered.Turning, I continued my quest. It was then I...noticed New York City's finest watching the parade start up. I must admit the city was very unique in its choice of uniforms: a traditional policeman's shirt and Daisy Dukes. Not only were they law enforcers, they were also dancing fools. With Leo Sayer playing in the background each officer began dancing in perfect choreography a la "Singing in. ”Liz, Conny and Melissa, with help from several notable male stars, worked with us to craft the narrative to reflect the lopsided contracts that people like Jordan Featherstone (and Chelsea Rome and Liz Larimer) had been forced to sign.The label heads were more interested in painting the story as a spat between a young woman trying to make a name and a group of established stars that were unwilling to relinquish their spots at the top of the genre.It was interesting (to me, at least) to watch. Better yet, I hope I can find a Schmeiser machine pistol. That's one damn fine weapon!Take that, you Kraut SOB! It took a whole clip, but I finally got him. Shit, I hope I don't run out of ammunition ... What was that? Man, I was lucky, the bullet just bounced off my helmet. I better take my own advice and keep my head down. "Bill, you got any grenades? Good, lob one into those bushes. We may have gotten all of them, but we'll cover you, anyway. OK, boys, let the lead fly while Bill makes like. "Mmmmmmmmmfff!" It was about a month later... you remember... right? The night we looked at all those new cars..." Mmmm hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmm!" she was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks."Let me see..." he said, "The next time... Oh yes! I remember. It was the night we moved in to our big, luxurious new house. Remember that? What did you call it once when we were arguing? Oh yeah, 'pity sex'. That was it!" It was also the last time." he growled, jerking her head back a bit for emphasis.He.