For Moe, this was one of those times. A license plate would lead to a name. And a name always led to something more. ‘Well now, maybe we can make a ...eal.’ Moe slipped his fingers through the fissure of her labia. He pushed deep enough that two fingers slid easily inside her canal. With the pad of his thumb, he found her button and rubbed. Opal gyrated her hips and shoved against Moe’s driving fingers. Her body bounced. Her flesh jiggled. Her swaying breasts brushed Moe’s face. Moe stopped. I guess it’s her way of trying to make it up to me, with her not being at home that much these past two years. So here I am… Alone… On the back of the ship while my mother drinks Martini’s at the bar and probably tries her way with another man. Sometimes I wonder about her. I could hear the music of the club a few floors down. Me being seventeen years old, meant I was not privileged to be able to go in, so I spend most of my time wandering the ship. I walked towards the railing on the side and. There was never any question that he was a drag queen on stage. In thefantasies he tried to live out on stage in the empty building, however,he played each feminine part straight. It was a dream that he knew thathe would never be able to realize, even if he had not retired fromperforming.The smile on his face from his memories of the night before, as well asthe feelings of the feminine comforts surrounding him, left Peter as heheard Nelida sing the new songs he had wrote for her character. . While searching, I found a diverse throng of riffraff and miscreants. Delving deeper into the cities womb the howls of crack heads and junkies fused to become a scornful dirge to guide the way of lost souls. I felt confused, mixed up, had I only dreamed her? She certainly seemed mythical enough that I could have. Maybe I had completely snapped and I was just sitting staring lustfully at a wall every night in the psych ward.No! The dancing girl was real and I would find her no matter what it.