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longer, noticing the brown eyes surrounded by the long black hair.
    ‘Your name?’
    ‘Rebecca, Becky. Put Becky on it would ya?’
    She was the one, she was in luck tonight.
    ‘Warmest thoughts to my friend Becky,’ he spoke as he wrote. But he wasn’t writing that. With experience he learnt to say one thing and write another. He had actually written, ‘fancy a drink?’ Handing the paper back with one hand and reaching forward to take the next one he winked at Becky. She looked at what he had written then back up at him.
    ‘You sure?’ She asked. He saw the disbelief on her face, the hope in her eyes.
    Already writing the name of the next woman he looked up at Becky again and inclined his chin to the car where Terry sat waiting in his Range Rover, before turning his attention back to ask the next name. He saw Becky didn’t need a second telling as she ran across the road to the waiting car and rapped on the window. When he did bother to meet the fans he finished each and every demanded autograph before leaving, thus ensuring there were fans after each performance.
    Half an hour later, sliding on to the backseat besides Becky he asked,
    ‘D’ you come alone to get my autograph?’
    ‘Yea, how d’you know?’ He smiled, but didn’t share with her his years of knowledge of the female fans. It wasn’t hard to guess which ones would be the easiest to invite to his room. The lonely ones stood slightly differently, less confident. Terry drove silently towards the hotel.
    ‘Drink?’ he asked, producing a silver flask from his jacket pocket.
    *****
    Taking her hand, Trevor led Stephanie to the dance floor through the throngs of people now assembled. They gave up conversing as the noise levels had grown to such proportions it was impossible to hear. The music was anonymous, allowing for either individuals or couples to gyrate as they wished, some held close, too close, bordering on the obscene, Stephanie thought, until Trevor took her in his arms and she felt the warmth of his body through his thin cotton shirt, his chest muscles rubbed gentle against her nipples while his hips nudged her groin.
    She was aware she had drunk too much. Usually one drink lasted her all night, but Trevor ordered them without asking, and she decided as he amused her, keeping her laughing, just this once she would go along with it. She let him hold her, relaxing into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, her nose savouring the scent of his after-shave. He was a perfect height for her, then she recalled his Cuban heels and giggled. He pulled away to look at her face, she smiled up at him and he gathered her expertly back in his arms, one hand stroking her hair like a child’s, while the other arm was wrapped around her waist firmly.
    He was an expert. He had done it before, many times, and she was surprised the thought made her stomach curl just the slightest, even though she herself had been in this position more times than she cared to remember. She justified the feeling to herself, it was just the drink allowing these alien feelings. His breath in her ear sent a whisper down her as he asked,
    ‘Are you ready to leave?’
    She nodded her head against his shoulder. ‘Your place or mine?’ She prodded her finger into his inviting body; no one ever went back to her place. Taking her by the hand he led her from the club and one of the taxis waiting outside the door.
    Kicking off her shoes at his front door, she wasn’t sober enough to stop the giggle bubbling up inside as she looked around the stereotypical bachelor studio. White carpets, for goodness sake! Who had white carpets these days? And minimal furniture, one leather reclining chair facing the monstrosity of a television system.
    ‘I don’t spend much time here,’ he said walking into the kitchen area to find some drinks. ‘What would you like?’
    ‘Water please.’ She sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar watching as he let the tap run for a while before