Rita looked surprised. "Didn't I tell you? It's called, Scorpio Sex Rites."

Again, she leaned next to Rita's ear. "Is it a sex film?"

"Yeah, sure. Didn't I tell you?"

"A real one… a real sex film?"

Rita shouted back. "Yeah! It was made in San Francisco. Real hard-core. Tom's representing these people who are fronting a theater operation here. Big money."

Nancy was too stunned to say anything. She let the crowd gradually part them. She felt she had to get off somewhere… a bathroom or something… for awhile and be by herself and think. Should she be doing this? The question demanded answering. She was feeling good and had too much to drink, but… should she be doing this?

She had read enough in the papers and magazines and discussed it enough with Allan to have a good idea of what she was in for if she saw the movie. She imagined she knew what they were like. One night, Allan had talked about the two of them going to see one. Finally, he ruled against it, deciding it wasn't right. Nancy felt she had to agree with him, still… there was always that lingering longing… just once… just to see one and find out what it was about.

The temptation was too much. Nancy's face was flushed with excitement as she drained her glass and made her way to the nearest bar. After all… she always had a perfect out… she didn't know what she was seeing… besides, if it got too rough, she could always leave…

She found her pulse pounding in her wrist with an excitement so intense it almost made her giddy! With a blink of amazement, she realized she hadn't felt so alive in years. She threaded her way along with the crowd, tossing her mane of lamp-black hair, eagerly sipping at her drink. With the exception of Tom and Rita Nelson, she didn't know a soul at the party. They would never say anything.