FICTION

CASS MEETS THE LAW

Cynthia 30-H-2 FPE

At twelve-thirty Cass wandered among the other guests goodnight- ing, so-longing, splitting and see-you-sooning. She smiled as someone told her to be good. Good grief, she thought, you'll never know just how good I could be given the chance!

Cass' hostess struggled, twisted and finally emerged from a group of guests like a football popping from an NFL pile-up and stumbled into the foyer.

"Cass!" she screamed, clamping a crane-operator's hand on her guest's small white shoulder, "you're not leaving now? Not when all the fun is about to start!"

"Yes Capricorn-" Cass winced under the muscular grip "I'm afraid so. I have to be at the studio very early tomorrow-big day ahead. We're shooting a floor-wax commercial and they need my legs-it's a new thing I'm into."

Capricorn Bottle was genuine disappointed. She had so wanted Cass to stay for the pinata smashing and, after all, what was a party without... Cass. The petite, blue-eyed darling was the leading attrac- tion at any do. By merely hinting at Cass' possible attendance a hostess was guaranteed a virtual flood of affirmative R.S.V.P.s And Capri- corn had also wanted Cass to meet Earl Box who was, according to the grapevine, an active dresser-even if he wasn't indulging at that very moment.

But Cass was firm; she had to leave right then. Anyway, she thought, I've had quite enough of Earl Box for one evening! She shrugged into her shaggy llama fun-fur, took off her evening shoes and pulled on

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