Think, think, put one foot in front of the other, just like practicingwith Maria, it's the same, just don't stumble, don't look at theaudience, smile,...yes, remember to smile, walk to the music, strut yourstuff girl, damn it Tiffany, move. Tiffany finally took the first stepand then the second, the third came easier and then it was as though themusic took control of her body. She strutted down and back, all the whilethe audience was clapping wildly as she did. She walked beyond thepartition and. Now it was her turn to let the "sssssst" escape. Shaking out the slip so it hung right, she checked her hair, picked up her brush and gave it a couple of strokes. She wasn't wearing any makeup or lipstick. Not needed for this one. One last minute check to make sure her breasts were squared away in the lace and the nipples stood out properly. She pinched them for effect, winked at herself and headed back into the living room. What she saw when she entered slightly surprised her but more, it. Keeping an ever watchful eye on the land below for movement that could mean food for its family, the huge eagle turned south and followed the stream that had served up many meals in the past.Movement below caught her eye, and she watched as a young Sioux Indian girl placed a bundle of fur in a willow bark basket at the stream’s edge. The Indian girl knelt in the icy cold, shallow water and wailed out to the heavens.She cried with a sorrowful sound that carried to the giant eagle above, as the. She hesitated. "We should ask... ?"I nodded. "Why don't you call 'em."Mikee nodded and headed for her house."Game of pool?" I asked Robbie."What was that all about?" We had a perfectly normal conversation. Weren't you listening?"Robbie's look wasn't amused.Tami moved smoothly between us and looked me in the eye. "If you think Parker enjoyed messing with your life, just keep pissing off Monster Girl."I nodded, knowing she was right.We'd heard last week that Parker had submitted his resignation.