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it. Give me a break. The state’s had too many winners. And look at that mole.
    Cindy Lou rolled her eyes. It’s a beauty mark. Don’t you know anything? Don’t you know that model Cindy Crawford, Madonna? Beauty marks are in.
    He grabbed her by the arm. Don’t tell me, you stupid twat. Modeling? You’re talking about my business. And you don’t know diddle. I wouldn’t vote for this girl if she were the last piece on earth. You like her? Then I’m giving her all ones. Cancel you out. She’ll never make 10.
    Cindy Lou pouted. It looked to Wayne like something she had practiced a lot. I don’t think that’s fair, Kurt. And I don’t think that’s any way to talk about a lady. In front of a lady. Especially a lady who made 10 herself.
    Kurt almost fell off the bed laughing. Lady? Lady! Then he pounced on her. It didn’t take but about two seconds for that little blue bikini to hit the floor.
    Red lights were flashing on the monitors of 1804, 1806, 1807. Everybody was coming home. Forget ’em, thought Wayne. They could shower, get dressed for dinner by themselves. Tape would get ’em. Wayne wasn’t leaving this picture show.
    Damn. While he looked away, Kurt had already spread-eagled her across the bed, doing it to her. Bam. Bam. She was rolling her head back and forth, saying something. Wayne flipped up the volume some more.
    “No, no, no, no. You’re hurting me, Kurt.”
    “You don’t know what hurt is, baby. Making a fool of me out there, you sticking your chest in that kid’s face like I wasn’t even there.”
    “That was nothing! It was—”
    Then he really put it to her. The man was a jackhammer.
    “Stop it! Stop it! Let me go!”
    “I told you I wasn’t in the mood. I told you I’m into the room downstairs for 10 big ones—” For emphasis, Kurt slapped her with the back of his hand. Cindy Lou’s head rolled. “—I don’t have. Guy I usually borrow from, I’ve already tapped for two. He’s leaning on me. I’m bleeding to death here, Cindy Lou.” He slapped her again. “Dice table’s killing me. I gotta get out of here. And I don’t need any more crap from you.”
    “It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault .” She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Cindy Lou was losing it.
    “Yeah, and it’s not my fault that my building back in New York needs a new elevator either, but who’s gonna pay for that? Somebody’s got to.”
    “But not me, Kurt. Not me.”
    Kurt was still inside her, still putting it to her, his hands atop her wrists like straps. He leaned his face down real close to hers. “What a disappointment you’ve turned out to be, Miss Ohio. Miss Used-to-Be. Miss Washed-Up.”
    That really hurt. Cindy Lou started to wail big time, calling Kurt things Wayne had never even heard of. Misogynist? What kind of curse word was that? Mother raper—now, there was one he knew.
    That’s when Kurt reached behind him and pulled out the thing Wayne couldn’t see before. A razor strop. Kurt let her have it good a couple of times before she got her bearings, started fighting back.
    And she was a big girl. Easily as tall as old Kurt. He probably didn’t have 10 pounds on her, if that. And she was pretty broad-shouldered. She was giving it to him good.
    Wayne was jumping up and down now, shoveling Cracker Jacks so fast he almost ate his prize. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Wayne knew he’d done good.
    Kurt had said exactly the kind of thing Mr. F wanted to know. Wayne was going to hustle it up to him right then. And now this! The man was absolutely going to love this show.

5
    Around eight, just about the time the show was starting over on the big stage, Big Gloria got a call from Clothilde. Clothilde’s voice, real tight, said: “Bee Gee, I think you better get on up here to 1803.”
    Oh, Lord. What was it was now? She ought not to be here anyway. She ought to be home having some supper with Junior, pretending they were some kind of nuclear family instead of supervising turndown. But,