"With two beers? You're not that much of a lightweight." But in all honesty, she was a lot easier to manipulate with a little alcohol in her. She know... this, which is why she questioned me, but she didn't resist.As expected, RJ's parking lot was packed and the bar pretty much two-deep everywhere. I spotted Bob & Vicky on the far side and Paula and I worked our way over to them. They must have arrived before the crush of people because they had two seats right at the bar."Hey guys, good to see. With their big hurty tongues! Soonthey were spurting honey! And they kept licking them . . . until . . . untilthey were still." The fays just looked at Hostia in horrified silence. She spoke again. "So. . . I'm h-here to tell you exactly what happened. And something else, thatI think is more important: I think they figured out . . . that I was there,'cause it seemed . . . that they got inside my head. And the mother cat seemedto say: 'Later, pretty redhead, later. You'll know the day . . . when. His concern was as touching as it was annoying, but Becca opted to take it more as an honest care rather than one of those tacit implications men aimed at the ‘weaker sex’.“I’m fine. The guy was basically harmless. I left him my new agency card and I’m sure he will ask for me again. A few more tricks like him should get me access to Dreamgirls’ more elite clientele. Once I build some trust. I should have no problem learning how their operation works.”“Christ, Becca. A few more tricks? Listen to. Outside.” There was a levity to her voice; the photographers and cameramen sniggered as I begrudgingly left the tent.I stared at the screen:Coitus ApparatusCoitus, the Latin word for sex was obvious; apparatus with the Latin word for machinery. I sat on the damp park bench opposite the marquee and poured over the map, looking for anything sexual related on the city map, issued by the local Tourist information centre.On a hunch, I flicked through the back of the map and saw the advert I was.