An Evening with Delia

She grabbed a tiny little handbag that was too small to carry folding money and it was obvious I would be paying the way all evening. Oh, but what pleasure it was to treat this girl and my investment might return a hundredfold just to see Delia shine.

In the street, she saw my car and quickly struck a seductive pose on the fender. "Snap me, so we can remember this night" she said in a high pitched song of excitement. From my ridiculously large, old lady-like purse, I pulled my digital and took a photo of my sweetie. She quickly climbed atop the hood of the vehicle and sprawled like a vixen. Another snap. She kept posing and I kept snapping and I began to realize we were not alone. A crowd of apartment dwellers were on the stoops, in doorways, advancing down the sidewalk, and gathering around as Delia went through a series of erotic poses. By the time we were getting done, the street was a racket of catcalls and most were calling her by name and making suggestions that were not for family consumption. Delia waved to the crowd as we finally sped off down the street.

"Do you normally get that kind of reaction?" I asked her as I piloted us toward the nightclub.

"Most of the time" she answered matter-of-factly.

I drove and wondered...who was this new person?

We finally got downtown and Delia began directing me to turn down here, make a left here, shoot down this narrow street, and then she said, "Stop, we're here." The street seemed deserted but there was an underground entrance with a small bulb in a stairway and she said "Valet park it, look, here's Franco." Franco was a brutish looking bodybuilder but when Delia alit from my car, he gave her the celebrity treatment with a big smile, a warm greeting and held my door for me. He handed me a ticket and off went my car to who-knows-where. We gingerly felt our way into the grotto-like entrance of some un-named club.

The bouncer was another muscle hunk who likewise seemed to melt when seeing Delia. When he stopped me to ask for the cover charge, Delia said over her shoulder "She's my guest." I deflated a bit at being referred to as her guest instead of her friend but I didn't have time to think too much because Delia was already trotting inside whence a blaring wall of techno music was already making me headachy.