How could something sosimple be so hard? Then, one day, we were having our usual heateddiscussion when Bruce, the rhythm guitarist shouted, "Why the ...ell dowe quimble all the time over this! Sorry. I meant quibble." We alllooked at each other and Terry told him he was a genius and so, theband was now to be known as Quimble. We worked hard at our playing andstarted to get some regular gigs along the Gold Coast tourist strip,playing five nights a week in different venues. We did well enough. ” Not wanting to look desperate but not wanting to lose him, Joe quickly thought of a way in. “Mind if I walk out with you?” “No, come on. I live a few blocks from here,” said Craig as he stopped to zip his jacket. “You far from here?” “Actually right down the street. Always been meaning to try this bar but wasn’t sure it was my type,” said Joe. “Wasn’t impressed but thought I’d try it also.” Craig waited for Joe to get up and join him on his way out. “Well?” “Oh, yeh, sorry,” said Joe as he. “I would give you ample time later on , right now better leave and meet Julie (his assistant).” We were asked to make our presence next week at the studio with preparation. Our choreographer would give you some cookie. We completed other formalities including remuneration one thousand per hour plus perks for outdoor shootings. We also received some amount in advance meeting travel cost. We never thought all would come at our feet so quickly. We waited to meet the lady but was told not to wait. ”“But frustrating?”“Not at all. Look, Evelyn, the other thing we all have in common is that we're bi-curious to varying degrees. We have one or two gold-star lesbians in the group, but most of us are as comfortable with girls as we are with guys. And when we're all together listening to some sexy story, well, what's to stop us touching each other, kissing, maybe a bit more?”Well, I certainly hadn't been expecting that. I had never even considered other women sexually before and I really wasn't.