CHAPTER SEVEN
Marsha pressed her thigh tightly against Bob's at the bar in the "Playpen" as they watched the straight-laced waiter pouring the guests large drinks of the thick green Pernod. Bob mused at the sudden change of color from the medium green to a thick milky-white when lie added the water to it. Like a lot of us, he thought dryly to himself, changes color with the slightest provocation.
"Impressed with the crowd?" she interrupted Bob's thoughts with an extra hard pressure against the side of his thigh.
"If all these people under the masks are who you say they are then you're right about traveling in the best of company."
"Believe me, they are, but don't you dare let on you know I've told you who some of them are. That's breaking the rules for the first part of the evening. Yo
