I guess PT Barnum was right, because many people continued to show up at the diner. They seemed happy to shell out a king's ransom for mediocre fare a...d even tip generously, when their hot, celebrity lookalike poured them a Cup O' Joe.I put on my uniform and adjusted my name tag that read "Marilyn". The owner, Vic, was a pig (I had to blow him just to let me take two weeks off). He made all of us waitresses look and act like celebrities. My best friend Janey was "Mary Ann" from the sixties. However all that changed one New Years eve. We had beenat a neighbor’s party and Jan had Ben flirtingoutrageously with a single guy there. So much so thatbefore midnight I packed a sad and stormed off home. I had expected Jan to follow but it was in the earlyhours before she finally arrived home. In my rage I hadnot been able to sleep and had stayed in the loungewith the lights off ready to abuse her when she walkedin. I was gazing out side when I noticed to figuresstanding at out gate.. An Arizona driver's license and ATM card in the name of Victoria Ross. And at the very bottom, a slim brass key.***You can do almost anything twenty four hours a day in Las Vegas, except shop for a complete woman's wardrobe. After a restless night, I had a modest breakfast in front of a kiosk in the hotel lobby and caught a taxi to a shopping mall a few miles from the strip. Here was where the locals shopped. If I were in search of a designer outfit to wear to a gourmet restaurant, no doubt I. Watkins of that, sir. Please, this way.’ ‘Nooooo!’ The man whined. ‘Don’t MAKE me pick your ass up and carry you in!’ Guido snapped. ‘Noooo!’ ‘Mr. Stanford,’ Bruno spoke reasonably, ‘This is your opportunity to convince Mr. Watkins that you are good for your debt. And to keep the ability to kneel, if you know what I mean.’ ‘Please!’ Stanford whined, but came along with the two. Bruno knocked on the door, waited a couple moments, then opened it. ‘Mr. Watkins, Mr. Stanford is here to see you.’.