Inventing Virgins~Chapter One
Transcript of Inventing Virgins~Chapter One
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By a.h.payne
Copyright 2012
aj puck publishing all rights reserved
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authors note:
although many of the noteworthy eventsand places described within did takeplace and/or do exists. The namedcharacters in the story are fictional.Their response to and involvement in the
events of 1979 are entirely fictional.Any resemblance to anyone living or deadis purely coincidental.
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She walked out of the Sofitel Hotel to the waiting
paparazzi and their pulsating stabs of high velocity flashes. She
bowed her head slightly and moved forward, to her position in
the center of the, Armani clad, phalanx her staff had expertly
created just outside the sliding glass doors of the hotel.
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Sunglasses ricocheted the flashes into the pre-dawn
darkness. An old man walking his shitzu was forced to yield the
right of way as the hoard crossed Beverly Boulevard.
She smiled as the old man reached for his iPhone.
TMZ had put everyone in L.A. on the job.
L.A. in October was a confusing quagmire of seasons.
Heat rose from the ground in the early morning blackness. The
hotel air-conditioning had conspired with the calendar to
convince her that the additional layer of her trench coat was
required.
Now it just felt Inappropriate & Heavy.
They stepped up front the street into the waiting cadre of
security forces inside the Beverly Center Parking lot. Assimilated
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into the larger force, she broke ranks, grabbed her head of
security under the arm, and walked him away from the others.
He stared straight ahead, never flinching, never betraying
the conversation with body language or facial expressions. She
whispered her displeasure, behind her own sunglasses, her brown
eyes filled with a fire reserved for a select few.
Discipline was his to hand out, but if he, however, felt he
lacked the necessary imagination to deal with the situation, she
would be glad to make a few suggestions, or handle the matter
herself. He apologized, he did not require her assistance, but was
grateful for her enthusiastic offer. He would deal with the
situation.
She smiled, removed her sunglasses as she spun away from
him, and headed toward two black SUVs.
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The use of cologne was strictly forbidden, the fact that one
of her men had dosed himself with an entire bottle was
unconscionable.
Inappropriate & Heavy.
She climbed into the lead SUV, she glanced back to see the
unfortunate display of her security staff sniffing one another.
She hated Hollywood.
She hated L.A.
She hated California.
Here but for a few days, and her staff was already losing
their minds. Subordinates within the SUV reported; The Artist
was close. The Women, who had protected him, could no longer
interfere. She stepped out of the SUVs and they moved out, she
allowed herself the tiniest morsel of optimism.
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Her reassembled security detail, minus one forsaken
individual, stood waiting to take her across San Vincente Blvd.
She nodded that she was indeed ready and they surrounded her
with renewed precision and confidence. Properly chasten they
were trying too hard to impress. They moved across San
Vincente with such ownership they stopped traffic unnecessarily.
Inappropriate & Heavy
They entered Cedar Sinai Hospital and headed for
oncology. The sign directing them was a simple arrow ofPaynes
Grey & Cremnitz White Lettering. The ironic coloring and
simplicity of the sign caused her to stop.
The arrow was the simplest form of direction, and yet
it pointed toward an area filled with an insidious, life threatening,
life altering disease. Pointing toward pain and suffering. Toward
an uncertain future, filled with disruption and destruction. The
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signs lack of remorse, its mocking ambivalence, made her flush
with anger.
The additional fact that it was Paynes Grey turned
her anger to rage, and she lashed out and snapped it off the wall.
Her security detail pressed closer with the crackof her
vandalism. She held them in place with a wave.
Elizabeth Victoria Aragon slipped back into the
phalanx of her protection and they continued down the hall.
L.A. was getting to her too; she played with the sign in her
hand for a moment before handing it off to somebody. She
sighed, and scolded herself; her reaction to the sign had been
childish. She tugged at her trench coat again; it reminded her of
its inappropriateness, its heaviness.