cramped booth at Doppelganger's, and then I'm nibbling at a smalltattoo on the inside of a muscular thigh and the moment my tonguetouches her she starts coming—once, twice, three times. Knowingwhere this will not end up, I jerk off a little until I'm almostcoming and then I think, Oh screw it, I don't really have time forthis, so I just fake it, moaning loudly, my head between her legs,movement from my right arm giving the impression from where she liesthat I'm actually doing something. The music in the background ismid-period Duran Duran. Our rendezvous spots have included the atriumat Remi, room 101 at the Paramount, the Cooper-Hewitt Museum.

Iclimb onto the bed and lie there, pretending to pant. "Baby,where did you learn to give head like that? Sotheby's? Oh man."I reach over for a cigarette.

"Sowait. That's it?" She lights a joint, sucks in on it so deeplythat half of it turns to ash. "What about you?"

"I'mhappy." I yawn. "Just as long as you don't bring out that,um, leather harness and Sparky the giant butt plug."

Iget off the bed and pull my jeans and Calvins up and move over to thewindow, where I lift a venetian blind. Down on Park, between 79th and80th, is a black Jeep with two of Damien's goons sitting in it,reading the new issue of what looks like Interview with DrewBarrymore on the cover, and one looks like a black Woody Harrelsonand the other like a white Damon Wayans.

Alisonknows what I'm seeing and from the bed says, "Don't worry, Ihave to meet Grant Hill for a drink at Mad.61. They'll follow andthen you can escape."

Iflop onto the bed, flip on Nintendo, reach for the controls and startto play Super Mario Bros.

"Damiensays that Julia Roberts is coming and so is Sandra Bullock,"Alison says vacantly. "Laura Leighton and Halle Berry and DaltonJames." She takes another hit off the joint and hands it to me."I saw Elle Macpherson at the Anna Sui show and she says she'llbe there for the dinner." She's flipping through a copy ofDetour with Robert Downey, Jr., on the cover, legs spread,major crotch shot. "Oh, and so is Scott Wolf."