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"Didier?" one of the twins says "I a at you like you’re naked, Victor, and you love it" A longish pause while Didier studies the twin, then he decides so "Make me chase you"

"Uh, Didier?" I call out "I’m Victor"

"Dance around and yell `pussy’"

"Pussy," we all mumble

"Louder!" Didier shouts

"Pussy!"

"Louder!"

"Pussy!"

"Fantastic yet not so good"

Speedos after Bermudas, baseball caps are positioned backward, lollipops are handed out, Urge Overkill is played, Didier hides the Polaroid, then sells it to the highest bidder lurking in the shadorites a check for it with a quill pen One of the boys has an anxiety attack and another drinks too er and admits he’s from Appalachia, which causes someone to call out for a Klonopin Didier insist we cup our balls and finally incorporates the camera crew from "Fashion File" into the photo shoot and then everyone except o off for an early lunch at a new spot in SoHo called Regulation

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Moving fast through autuht up the stairs toward the offices at the top of the club, Rollerblades slung over my shoulder, a camera crew on the third floor fro power-florist Robert Isabell and the way everyone dresses e are the e h the air like confetti saying "it’s spring" and "ti" and violets and tulips and dandelions are everywhere and the whole enterprise is shaping up into everything one wants: cool without trying In the office photos of pecs and tanned abs and thighs and bone-white butts are plastered over an entire wall along with an occasional face-everyone from Joel West to Hurley Thood’s sake) to Freedom Williams to body parts that could or could not be h it see down Joey Lawrence 8 x 10s on a daily basis, they’re always replaced, all the guys so siher to tell theht I bitch to Beau about croutons for seven minutes Finally JD walks in with E-mail printouts, hundreds of faxes, nineteen requests for interviews

"Has ent called?" I ask

"What do you think?" JD snorts, and then, "Agent for what?"

"Loved that piece you wrote for Young Houest list