Click, click, click. His heels resounded on the patterned floor as he made his way to the window. With reservation, he reached out with a delicate, sm...oth arm to part the velvet drapes. The window was fixed with three vertical bars set into the masonry. Beyond them, Scott saw a spectacular ocean view, with the waves crashing into steep cliffs descending from a narrow ledge just outside.He turned around again, absent-mindedly sucking on a long laminated fingernail, to scour the room for another. Eventually the guys cheered us on. One night, when the beer was flowing, i think i got a little too into it and I kissed Sharon, right there on the stage. Due to the adrenaline rush, I didnt really feel anything sexual, i just got a buzz from it.That night we were the talk of the club and guys were trying to hit off with me and Sharon but we were having too much of a fun night, They were getting in the way. We made them think that we were girlfriends and kept the charade going for the best part. She was required to remain 'in character' tomaintain her undercover persona as a New York streetwalker.Sitting opposite her dressed in black micro-miniskirt, red satinblouse, black leather jacket, black fishnet tights and black high-heels was Linda Gordon. She was also wearing heavy makeup and alsoworking undercover as a prostitute.Incongruent to the two hookers were the two be-suited, high-and-tightcoiffed gentlemen sitting beside them."You know you two guys look exactly like G-men. You. Separate strokes for separate folks. B&D dungeons one place, TV's another, maids and schoolgirls some where else, Roman banquets another place. Maybe a lezzie shop. There's getting to be enough of that with money, although San Fran's pretty open. So what do you think?" I think you've lost your marbles. I think we'd be shut down in a heart beat. I think you're wired." Haven't touched a drop." Not that wired. Sorry, Lieutenant, but I'm not playing. Which lapel should I speak into?" Mrs. Costello,.