a chink in the armour

I am walking down the narrow steps of the alley, its a dreary rainy cloudydizzy day. There's tin cans overflowing with water and the rain keeps spilling the water over. I can hear the sound of my heels on the metal steps - plonk plonk plonk - in time with the drops of water fallingin the can. There are two pigens sitting underneath one of the dirty awnings and making that strange noice that pigeons make when they are trying to mate. Its a deep vibrating moaning sounds almost like some one has been neaten and is now cowering in the corner crying with muffled sounds. the wind is blowing around teh scraps of paper and the dirty dripping scraps are getting slapped against my legs. Legs which do not blong here. They are smooth and silky underneath the fishnet stockings. The fierey red pumps give them a reddish glow which shines off the smooth and shiny skin. It bothers me that all the dirty water is going to stick to my shiny red pumps and a I walk faster to get out of the alley. My car should be waiting outside, warm and cushioned and ready to wisk me away from all this dirt and filth. I walk out of the alley my driver holds the door open, her has been standing out in the open all this while. His clothes are dripping wet and underneath the black blazer his white shirt has started to stick to his skin. H enods his head I look at his smoothly chiselled abs breathe in and step into the car.

The WWF benefit is going to start in another half an hour I am wondering what to do to kill time. All that I want to accomplish today has been done but there is still some left over adrenalin from before and I know that I need to spend it soon or else I'll be edgy during the benefit. And for anyone who has been around the circuit as long as I have you know that the best thing for these benefits is a dry martini, langorous eyes and a comfy chair that is placed at just the right position so as to be in front of everyone and yet not be a part of it all. Those who need to talk to me can come upto me and talk there is no need for me to put myself forward. Those days of ? are over. However that still brings me back to the problem of what to do with the buubbling bursting energy that I need to spend. I look at the back of myd river's head, I don't really know much about him. Is he married? I've never seen a ring, does he have a girlfriend, she must be very patient because God knows I make him work at all odd hours as my whims arise. Maybe she is a demure sweeet girl who does exactly as she is told. Maybe he keeps her in her place. Maybe he...........his life is of no concern to me. He has trained himself well by now, he knows my every mood and temper swings, which makes me curious as to where he is taking me. "Mark, I have teh WWF benefit in half an hour so why are we headed in the opposite direction? " I am sorry Maa,I thought you might like to look at some shoes" " My eyebrows go up at his audacity to assume that my shoes are not good enough for the benefit, " If I wanted to take a look at shoes I would tell you so" Now turn teh car around and take me to the benefit before I get late. I lie back on the seat as I feel the car turning towards teh right part of town. " Vittori Polo, the name flashes by and I suddenly know what I had been wanting o do" Mark stop the car and wait for me in front of Mr Polo's stidio.

I walk up the steps and his petite asian receptionist smiles at me shwing me in. I go to the ladies' locker room and change into the white jumpsuits and pull the mask over my head. ittori is already waiting for me in the private parlour suited up and we barely incline our heads to acknowledge each other and he charges. There is barely any sound in the studio except for steel on steel. There must be a break in the clouds because there is one single beam of light shinig into the room and I can see the dust motes dancing in it. I hear a whipping sound near my ear and his point is on my left breast." Distracted today Ms Jacobs? I've never seen you fall for that before." You were not even looking at my hands.