It must have been an hour before we left the Ladies’ Room. The supper was over, the cleanup in full throttle. Wine was being poured. Speeches were being given by voices that weren’t female even though they came from the mouths of very pretty women.
“I need to speak to my friends, the judges,” said Guy as I clung to his arm, this being the only way to get properly out of the place, Guy said. He kissed me. He was right about how the drugs made me feel. Oh, I had to keep on doing that, kissing him, as I felt so girlie and femmy. Oh, I was high, I knew, but I was a beautiful queen, wasn’t I? Guy told me I was.
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