especially enticing. Morris leans in
closer — her tasty breasts strain
against the spandex material–
Honey — don’t you ever try
and breastfeed no baby now.
Never mind …
You got it.
Be snaps his head to the side — Morris
looks, sees Vanity sitting at a table.
His eyes dance mischievously–
What time is it?
(36) INT. DRESSING ROOM — NIGHT