FICTION

Disillusion

by Lynne (32-C-1)

Her Name was Eve, the most desirable female I had ever seen. Long, silver blonde hair that hung to her soft, lovely shoulders. Her figure was one of perfection. Each graceful curve, each flowing line in perfect har- mony. A voice mellow and exciting. Yes, this was Eve Adair.

I first met Eve two weeks ago today. Joan, that's my girl friend, had invited her girl friend and boy friend to join us for dinner at the Embers. It was around 2:00 a.m. when we completed our evening with a stop at the Pink Kat Club!

No sooner were we seated, than the club lights dim- med and the spotlight found the curtains of the stage. As the organ player broke into a low-down blue song, the curtains parted and Eve came into my life.

She moved gracefully about the stage, her figure and voice captivated the audience. I sat there speech- less. Man, she was the most beautiful female I had ever seen. The hot pink, lace cocktail dress clung to her body like a second skin. Even Joan gasped as she came down two short steps from the stage and moved out into the audience.

It was fate that she should come by our table. I saw her coming, gracefully moving to the soft rhythm of the music. Then she was beside me, looking down at me. I held my breath and could feel the perspiration forming on hands and brow.

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