“The payout for ... naked pictures of me,” Liz clarified.“Oh, yeah, that’s fucked,” I said, shaking my head. “You know, I’ve been thinki...g about that since she told me about it. I see how you are with your fans. I don’t mean this to sound nasty but your autograph is worthless because you sign almost anything. There is no market for it. You could knock down the skin market, too.”“I am not going to let some asshole take a picture of me in the nude!” Liz declared.I laughed at the vehemence in her. You yawn and stretch, puzzling out how you could make this all work in one night. The fraternity was hosting its annual Recruit Week Kegger before the new semester began. The Phi Kappa sorority would be there too, including their new recruits. It became known as a sort of ‘Last Chance’ party for all potential initiates to prove themselves worthy of entering the fraternity by completing their infamous task:Find a Phi Kappa girl, and do everything you can to knock her up.You dress yourself in. I realised she was slightly tipsy and hence was showing such keen interest in what I had to say. Had she been sober she would not have given a flying fuck! Anyways we both seemed to enjoy each other’s company.Soon she whispered to me if I had seen the view from the terrace. I said I had been here for the first time, so she caught me by arm and dragged me out with our glass still in our hands. We went up the elevators to the top floor and climbed up to the roof. There she dragged me to a corner. I love it too much."That was the last said that evening. The following day she was gone. As it turned out I wouldn't see her again for a long time. The divorce was final some months later, and she didn't show for it. She had just disappeared.I was washing glasses behind the bar a year later when a cop came to see me. I knew he was a cop from the combination of the cheap suit and the undignified swagger. "Yes, officer," I said as he approached the bar. "What can I get you?" You Manny Kirkland?".