“O.K. Go put on some records and fix yourself a wee drink and a strong one for me." I went to work as rapidly as possible and could still do a good job on my makeup. I selected a navy blue dress timmed in white, blue heels and hat, a dark blonde, fairly long, wig, rhinestone necklace and earrings to match my watch and rings. I slipped on a fur coat and passed inspection in the full length mirror. I quietly opened the door a crack and peeked at Judy. She was engrossed in a magazine and I figured the Hi-fi would cover any noise I might make, so I slipped out, sneaked over to the door, opened it without a sound, went out into the hall, and just as quietly closed it behind me. Then I turned and rang the doorbell.

Judy opened the door and said quizzically, “Yes, May I help you?”

"Is Jim home?” I asked quietly — with just a trace of a frown as if I were disturbed to see another woman answer Jim's door.

"Yes, but he's he's uh-busy right now," she said hesitantly.

"Very well," I smiled, "could I wait for him?" It's quite important that I see him, even at this late hour."

"Well, come in," she said standing aside and opening the door wide.

As I walked in, I could see she was worried, so I thought I'd better put her at ease. "I'm Jackie Morrow," I said, "Jim's agent."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, relieved. “I'm Judy Walker. I'll call Jim.”

"Don't bother," I smiled, "he won't answer."

"What do you mean?” Judy asked.

"Judy, I'm Jim - Jackie is my stage name," I told her.

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She just stood there staring for a moment. “But - but get out of the apartment without me seeing you?" she finally cried.

"You were absorbed in a magazine, and the music covered any sound I made. Besides, I wanted my feminine introduction to you to be a complete surprise." I told her.

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