"How do Ilook Carl?" You look fine Frankie." And Carl had meant it. He gazed at his friendand considered that he looked very handsome in the black tux...do.They handed their invitations to the sentry who scrutinized themintently. He looked up and motioned them in. They entered the building.They were directed to a long corridor which they traversed with a crowdof other well-dressed guests. The corridor finally spilled into a largeballroom where the party was obviously being held.They each grabbed. Was she just guessing or did she have something substantial? I wait for the next statement.“During the last week, both have had spotting in their panties. It was not menstrual blood, but the red blood indicative of lost cherries. Would you know anything about that, Mr. Rogers?”Again, ‘a closed mouth catches no feet.’ I remained quiet, waiting.“Both girls confided in me. They told me about visiting you while your nieces were away, so you can admit it, Mr. Rogers.”“I’ve no defense.”“I’m not here. On this particular day, we bumped into a girl who we all new from school. Her name was Lesa and she was a real beauty! Lesa was a dark girl who had a Polinesian Islander look. At school in the locker rooms, the boys would always grope her and cop a feel. Sometimes Lesa would retaliate with a grope of her own! We were so naive that we had no idea what we were doing.. We just new that we really liked her and she seemed to like us.. Even though, at times she would try and act like she didn't want. Why, You might have a movie made ... with just a little makeup you could play yourself. FAME! FORTUNE!"The part about the makeup settled that. "Fuck a bunch of fame and fortune! I wanna go home!" She did give it a second think, though. "I wouldn't mind going on the Cassandra in the Morning show. That was fun." See," said Sultry."Their Green Room Caterers are the best on Cassandra ... the Eclairs! Yum!"Of course, that led to a short debate over which planet made the best pastries. A debate that.