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several others of increasing density and dignity, but he went out for their first act supremely conscious of the sensational vision they would wind up being. It wasn't quite that good. Ivory was beautiful, graceful, and perfect in every way, but her cool dignity some- how left the audience less than satisfied. Steve knew what was wrong, and determined that by the fourth and final act, she would be up to her full potential. A previously unsuspected talent for nagging was put into play during the rest period, and poor Ivory was ready to take his advice by the second call. The results were overwhelmingly in his favor, and she received applause as never before. That did it. As they sipped the one drink she allowed between acts having a good second- hand knowledge of what happened to drunken dancers in night clubs, and not wanting any - she finally shrugged and agreed that he could interpolate a bit the third time. Again the increased applause; and the rising excitement of Steve finally broke down her resistance. "You can do this one, " she whispered, "and I'll just watch the cops. They always give us a sign if they think we're going too far." So, for five minutes Steve lived out a TV's dream; he knew what hit the men hardest, and he did his best, with her precision-trained muscles at his disposal, to not miss a trick, For the last sixty seconds, probably no man in the room drew a breath, including the cops and the band, And when he stood in the few scraps of cloth the law required, plus his four-inch heels all a glitter, and the applause went on, and on, and on, he knew that his days as a chemist were over! This was it, this was the life for him.

Ivory finally took over, and walked him off stage before it began to seem that he had frozen there for all time. She was a bit less pleased than he had expected, and was inclined to be jealous. But her "You WITCH,