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are you going to do my show? You’ve promised for God knows how long. What is this unswerving loyalty to Carson?’
    Throwing up his hands, Mannon grinned. ‘I’m in demand! I love it!’
    He had been in demand for over fifteen years now, and he was still enjoying every minute, not to mention the public’s adoration and the millions of dollars he made.
    Mannon had everything he wanted. Except Whitney. She had left him just when he needed her most, and he was taking his time getting over her. His new wife, Melanie-Shanna, had not solved any problems. She was a recent Miss Texas Sunshine, pretty and sweet, but Whitney she wasn’t, and marrying her had been a grave mistake. If it wasn’t for alimony and community property, he would have dumped her a week after the wedding. Like a jerk he hadn’t gotten her to sign a pre-nuptial agreement limiting her demands. However, his lawyers were working on it, and as soon as he got the all-clear he was going for a divorce. Naturally, Melanie-Shanna knew nothing of his plans. It wouldn’t do to forewarn her. Let her think everything was perfect until D-Day – and then bye-bye, pretty little beauty queen.
    He must have been insane marrying her. It was a revenge strike aimed at Whitney, who had moved in with his ex-friend, a Malibu stud named Chuck Nielson. The guy couldn’t even act, and only appeared in the movies Mannon turned down. Fortunately their affair was shaky, and now Mannon (as soon as he could arrange a divorce) planned to win her back.
    ‘I can’t do your show,’ he said gravely. ‘You’re too serious.’
    ‘Serious!’ Jack shook his head. ‘I guess you missed me and Ms. Midler last week.’
    ‘Great tits!’ interjected Howard.
    ‘Great talent,’ scolded Jack.
    ‘ And great tits,’ added Mannon.
    Jack couldn’t help laughing. ‘You two!’ he said. ‘Tits ’n’ ass. The story of your lives.’
    ‘And you never think about it, right?’ Howard and Mannon said as one.
    ‘Only when I’m horny,’ Jack replied, and the three friends laughed.
    * * *
    Whitney Valentine Cable had a spectacular body and a striking face. Her eyes were a dreamy aquamarine, her nose straight and freckled, her mouth drooped at the corners until she smiled, and when she did, Whitney Valentine Cable had the biggest, the best and the whitest smile in Hollywood.
    Her hair was blonde and long and fluffy. Grown men fantasized about her hair. And grown women copied whatever style she chose to wear her luxuriant tresses in.
    She was a personality and a star, but sad to report, Whitney Valentine Cable could not act.
    This did not seem to matter very much, for in the five years she had pursued an acting career she had ridden the crest of mild popularity. Countless magazine covers helped. And a year-long television sit-com, followed by a string of exploitation movies featuring her in various scanty outfits. Whitney had worn everything from three strategically placed fig leaves, to a mink peek-a-boo ball gown. She had never shown EVERYTHING . Oh no. Gorgeous as she was, Whitney knew the good sense in keeping something hidden. So the great unwashed public had never spied upon her luscious nipples or her silken furry bush. Even though Playboy and similar magazines had begged, pleaded, even cried for her to reveal all – offering vast sums of money for the privilege.
    It was never enough. If Whitney was going to show off the goods it would be for a million dollars or not at all. And that offer hadn’t materialized yet.
    * * *
    Whitney Valentine made the trek to Hollywood the easy way. Working as a hairdresser in a small town outside of Fort Worth, she was as eager as the rest of the town to watch the location shoot of a genuine Hollywood film taking place. She visited the outdoor set with her girlfriend on a Saturday afternoon, and immediately caught the eye of Mannon Cable, the macho star of the movie.
    It was not exactly love at first sight for Mannon. More If it moves – nail it . And