"Beth paused. "No, Kitten, don't dance because you think you owe me something, dance because you love to dance, dance because my friend is beautiful.K...tten hooked her arm around my waist and hugged me to her. "You have quite the lady here." I know, Kitten, she's a bit pushy, but she's mine."She laughed a low liquid laugh and led me to one of the chairs. Beth sat in the other.Kitten stood in front of me, slowly turning listening to the music. Her eyes closed, giving me a chance to study her.She. In Saigon things are very different than her in La Berdina. There is always a girl ready to fuck or suck you, but usually for a price. It is the way she gets money to eat, or help take care of her family. There are always many Joes who pay well and because I use to bring them to my girls, Kim, Chen, and Lea, were very generous with me... especially when business was slow and they were high on yum-yum..." High on what?" the big boy interrupted."Yum-yum. It is a drug, an aphrodisiac the girls. General Early, he come along and threw us at them Yankees down around Lynchburg and Charlottesville. An' them boys, them cay-dets, why they did jus' fine as peach fuzz. Marched in line in them fancy uniforms, in step too. Right into canister they did. Fired in volley, too. Bluebellies ran for it. Ran. Haw! Clean out'a the Valley. Course, they did burn the boys' school down." Wainder paused and spat again with little success. He stuck the cigar stub back in his mouth. "Cain't always tell how. Nicknamed (also of course) Alpha and Beta. Tall blonds, very Scandinavian, she could tell them apart only because Alpha had a moustache and Beta a significant motorcycling scar on one forearm. After that very first race as a wheel, the twins had declared themselves her official fan club ("Nobody else need apply, membership is closed!") -- embarrassing but nice. Even after many races over many, many months, she knew little about them beyond names -- knew that they were both highly-placed.