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such a great paycheck.” The audience laughed. “There’s a couple of people in the audience that need to be mentioned. First of all, please welcome Nevada’s Governor Kenny Guinn and his lovely wife.” The applause was generous, as the spotlight found the Governor. Martin continued, “Please acknowledge last year’s Oscar winner for Best Supporting Actress in the flick, Days and Nights in Venice, Miss Lena Foster.” The spotlight searched. A waif of a girl stood up, smiled, and waved to Martin.
RJ leaned over and whispered to Jillian, “She needs some meat on her bones.” Jillian suddenly felt that RJ was checking out her figure.
“Last but not least, folks, please return to this showroom next Saturday night, as Robert John Montgomery will be appearing for a charity concert. He’ll also be playing in the charity celebrity golf tournament. You know, I’ve seen him play golf, and trust me, you don’t want to be around him after a double-bogey hole.” The audience laughed.
“He’s one of the greatest country singer-songwriters Iowa’s ever produced. You know, that’s another thing. Why sing about Texas, when you’re from Iowa? Are you confused?” The audience again laughed.
“Please welcome Robert John Montgomery.”
The spotlight found the targeted person. RJ nudged Jillian, as he stood and waved to the audience.
“What’s with your name Robert John Montgomery? Makes you feel more important to have three names? Think people will notice you?” The audience laughed. The comedian went on. “Who’s that gorgeous woman with you? How do you rate someone like that, you dog?”
More laughter followed. Jillian blushed, and RJ shouted to Martin, “None of your business!”
The spotlight again focused on the entertainer on stage. Jillian leaned over to RJ. Again, she could smell that wonderful cologne; she closed her eyes and drank it in, “If the offer’s still open, I’d like to stay. I’m really tired.”
“Great. I’ll call and let them know. They’ll take you back in the morning. That is, if you want to go then.” RJ motioned to one of the wait staff and whispered in his ear. The man nodded and walked away.
Martin continued. “Make your reservations before you leave tonight for his show, as it’ll be sold out, if not already. It’s a high-energy show. You won’t be disappointed.”
Jillian felt that some audience members were still looking at RJ, when the house lights dimmed and Martin continued, then finished his routine. When Martin Howard exited the stage, the showroom was darkened; RJ, Jillian and the other dignitaries were shown out before the lights came back on. They were escorted backstage, where Martin stood, puffing on a giant cigar. RJ introduced Jillian.
“How nice to meet you. How did you get hooked up with this bum?” Martin joked.
“Ah, leave her alone. She’s special. We really enjoyed the show.”
In the elevator Jillian leaned over to RJ; close enough for him to hear her whisper, “Thank you for asking me.”
They returned to the suite, and RJ started to mix another drink. He held up a glass. She shook her head no. They had a couple of drinks during the show. She’d drunk more alcohol tonight than she’d consumed in months.
“I’m really fading fast. Would you please excuse me? I’d like to say goodnight, or is it good morning. I really had a great time.”
RJ showed her into a bedroom. “There are items here like toothbrush, toothpaste . . . in the dresser’s a nightgown and other things. Now don’t get the wrong idea, but I was hoping, so I got Bertie to pick up a few things. Now, there’s a lock on the door and I’m across the living room with a lock on my door, so you need not worry. I’ve enjoyed your company tonight.”
“Goodnight. You’re a dream come true.” Jillian said moving towards the opened door. She stopped, and RJ leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then turned and walked into the living room.
Jillian quickly closed
RJ leaned over and whispered to Jillian, “She needs some meat on her bones.” Jillian suddenly felt that RJ was checking out her figure.
“Last but not least, folks, please return to this showroom next Saturday night, as Robert John Montgomery will be appearing for a charity concert. He’ll also be playing in the charity celebrity golf tournament. You know, I’ve seen him play golf, and trust me, you don’t want to be around him after a double-bogey hole.” The audience laughed.
“He’s one of the greatest country singer-songwriters Iowa’s ever produced. You know, that’s another thing. Why sing about Texas, when you’re from Iowa? Are you confused?” The audience again laughed.
“Please welcome Robert John Montgomery.”
The spotlight found the targeted person. RJ nudged Jillian, as he stood and waved to the audience.
“What’s with your name Robert John Montgomery? Makes you feel more important to have three names? Think people will notice you?” The audience laughed. The comedian went on. “Who’s that gorgeous woman with you? How do you rate someone like that, you dog?”
More laughter followed. Jillian blushed, and RJ shouted to Martin, “None of your business!”
The spotlight again focused on the entertainer on stage. Jillian leaned over to RJ. Again, she could smell that wonderful cologne; she closed her eyes and drank it in, “If the offer’s still open, I’d like to stay. I’m really tired.”
“Great. I’ll call and let them know. They’ll take you back in the morning. That is, if you want to go then.” RJ motioned to one of the wait staff and whispered in his ear. The man nodded and walked away.
Martin continued. “Make your reservations before you leave tonight for his show, as it’ll be sold out, if not already. It’s a high-energy show. You won’t be disappointed.”
Jillian felt that some audience members were still looking at RJ, when the house lights dimmed and Martin continued, then finished his routine. When Martin Howard exited the stage, the showroom was darkened; RJ, Jillian and the other dignitaries were shown out before the lights came back on. They were escorted backstage, where Martin stood, puffing on a giant cigar. RJ introduced Jillian.
“How nice to meet you. How did you get hooked up with this bum?” Martin joked.
“Ah, leave her alone. She’s special. We really enjoyed the show.”
In the elevator Jillian leaned over to RJ; close enough for him to hear her whisper, “Thank you for asking me.”
They returned to the suite, and RJ started to mix another drink. He held up a glass. She shook her head no. They had a couple of drinks during the show. She’d drunk more alcohol tonight than she’d consumed in months.
“I’m really fading fast. Would you please excuse me? I’d like to say goodnight, or is it good morning. I really had a great time.”
RJ showed her into a bedroom. “There are items here like toothbrush, toothpaste . . . in the dresser’s a nightgown and other things. Now don’t get the wrong idea, but I was hoping, so I got Bertie to pick up a few things. Now, there’s a lock on the door and I’m across the living room with a lock on my door, so you need not worry. I’ve enjoyed your company tonight.”
“Goodnight. You’re a dream come true.” Jillian said moving towards the opened door. She stopped, and RJ leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then turned and walked into the living room.
Jillian quickly closed
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