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Rick Archer's Note:
And so, my
friends, have
you ever heard a stranger tale? You might, of
course, ask if I made this crazy story up. The answer
is no. This is a true story, you have my word.
In fact, in case you are in need of reassurance, relax,
every event played out just like I have said. Now I
admit the dialogue is not 100% perfect. Although I
recall having these conversations and remember their
outcome, the actual words had been lost in the fog of 47
years. Fortunately what I have written is close
enough.
So I have a
question. Do you really think I am clever
enough to write a story that can out-plot twist Charles Dickens?
When people say Truth is stranger than Fiction, I suppose the
story of the Temptation Triangle is what they have in mind.
I was not proud of myself
at this moment in time. However, in my defense, given the trap
created by Patricia's Bombshell, Joanne's Dangerous
Liaison, and Victoria's Tirade, I could not see any other way out of this mess. Through a mixture of lies and deception plus
my insight into the true reason for Victoria's Tirade, for
the time being I managed to get the three women to retreat
to their respective corner in the Triangle.
Unfortunately I
did not expect my breather would last for long. It all rested on a House of Cards. If the secret of
my tryst with Joanne were to be revealed, my pack of lies
would come crashing down with disastrous consequences.
Nor was I out of the woods. If Patricia caught the slightest hint how I
had used her trip to L.A. as smokescreen to lead Victoria
away from Joanne, I was toast.
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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 10, 1979, the disco years
PATRICIA
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On Wednesday night,
January 10, I arrived at
Patricia's apartment following the
conclusion of dance class. For the record, this
was our fourth reconciliation in two and a half
months... Thanksgiving, Christmas Party, New Year's Eve, and
now the Bombshell. Each time I had thought it was over
and each time
I was shocked when Patricia retrieved me from her
dust bin. Patricia had held the upper
hand throughout the relationship. However, for the
first time I suspected I might finally be on even footing.
However I did not know why. I understood what
motivated Joanne and Victoria, but Patricia remained
a riddle. I could understand why she kept
trying to get rid of me, but I could not understand why she
kept retrieving me. I could not possibly afford the
lifestyle she dreamed of. Nor was it likely I ever
would. So why not cut me loose?
Following the
Bombshell George fiasco, this would be the perfect time for Patricia to sever ties. And yet here she
was, welcoming me with open arms on her doorstep. I
was perplexed, completely in the dark as to why Patricia kept
yanking me back from the precipice. I hoped to get an answer to
that question tonight, but Patricia was too smart.
Taking a page out of Joanne's book, Patricia understood
the less she said, the better. Smart move.
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Patricia refused
to offer information that would help make sense of her
mysterious change of heart. Rather than
offer some insightful candor in response to my questions, Patricia
preferred to say she now intended to support my dance
career. I was shocked. She knew the right words
to say and I was indeed softened by her conciliatory tone.
However, I was still suspicious. Throughout our
relationship, Pandora had kept her heart walled
inside a castle and refused to share her private thoughts. Tonight was no
different. For
the life of me, I could not get her to tell me what had
transpired with George. Had there been a California
earthquake of some sort? To me, her change in attitude
was so vast it resembled a
seismic shift. Obviously something went wrong, but
what? Perhaps George had lured Patricia to L.A. with
a promise of a serious relationship, but her trip became little more than a long-distance booty call. Or
maybe George had a celebrity event that required serious eye candy
and discarded Patricia once she provided the necessary
service.
Even if George
had disappointed Patricia, why should she come back to me?
That was the mystery. Given Patricia's well-known
capacity for attracting men, I assumed she would move on.
Her change of heart made no sense. However, like I said, Patricia
kept her secrets to herself. The only thing I knew was
that she wanted me back and she seemed sincere.
Here is what
bothered me. It was not just the Law School versus
Dance Career issue. Patricia had also rained scorn on
my spiritual beliefs. Things became weird the
moment she mentioned my mystical 'Dance Path' in a positive light.
I was stunned. What would cause this skeptical woman
to suddenly pay lip service to what she once termed my mush-brained
belief system? I cringed at the memory of the night
she laughed scornfully when I suggested my Dance Path might
be a Mystical Calling. For a change of this magnitude,
something really weird must have happened to Patricia in
L.A. Seriously, I could not have been any more
surprised if Patricia said she was alien-abducted. Hmm.
Knowing California, that might be a possibility, ha ha ha. Patricia did not have to bring up the
Dance Path. All she had to do was say if I wanted to
be a dance teacher, that was okay with her. But that
is not what she said. Patricia actually said she
finally understood WHY my dance career was so important to
me.
Even as I write
many years later, I still
cannot imagine what caused Patricia's shocking change
of heart. If I did not know better, maybe Patricia was
now operating under
the mind-altering Spell I refer to as Cosmic Blindness. They say Love
is Blind. They say Love does not have to make sense.
That's for sure! This made no sense at all.
My theory of
Cosmic Blindness states that the Universe will periodically
distort our perception in order to enact our Fate. How
would a person know when they are operating under the Spell
of Cosmic Blindness? They would behave
uncharacteristically. Patricia was NOT religious.
Raised in a military family, she was steel-minded and
practical. So far I had yet to see even a hint of
curiosity about Life's Mysteries. Perhaps in some
remote corner of her mind concepts such as Fate, Luck,
Karma, God's Will did exist. But I doubt it. I
certainly never saw any indication.
Here is my
point. I am not saying 'Cosmic Blindness' is a
fact. To do so would be an insult to my Readers.
What I am saying is that based on my experience, I
personally believe in 'Cosmic Blindness'. If I
am correct, it does not matter whether someone believes in
God or not. Fate will apply to an atheist the same way
it applies to a believer. So let's assume that
Patricia and Rick still have unfulfilled Karma between them.
For this reason, perhaps for the time being the Universe
needs Patricia to see things a different way in order to
reunite with Rick. In other words, 'Cosmic
Blindness' is a tool used by Fate to bring about a
person's Destiny.
Why did I
suspect that 'Cosmic Blindness' was present?
Because Patricia's change of attitude was so drastic I could
not imagine a single Realistic reason to account for it.
One of the signatures of Cosmic Blindness is
uncharacteristic behavior. That definitely applied to
Patricia.
One more thing.
Did I seriously think that Patricia was operating under a
hypnotic spell? Yes and no. I have said my
theory of Cosmic Blindness is based on Experience.
What 'Experience' do you suppose I am referring to?
The Temptation Triangle. So far I have mentioned
Cosmic Blindness in reference to myself (ignoring my Fair
Game rule), Victoria (fooled by Joanne), and Patricia
(unable to explain her change of heart). Convinced by
the 'Countdown to Disaster' that I was undergoing a
Fated experience, I was on constant alert for anything for
anything out of the ordinary. However, it was not
until later in our story that my conviction became
steadfast.
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I was still as poor as ever,
so why would Patricia change her mind? But it was true.
Lacking even the slightest
explanation for her change of heart, I was greeted by a completely different woman. This was not the Patricia
who coldly told me she was flying west to see an old
boyfriend. Nor was this the Patricia of
the 'Rock Star Rick' argument.
There was no mention of how I would raise a family on
$15 an hour teaching dance. The country club
never entered the conversation. Nor did law school or
business school. Instead I was facing a soft, gentle woman who was extremely happy to see me.
I was so baffled by the flip-flop, this was one of those
times when even a Supernatural explanation did not make any
sense.
So what should I do? Patricia was a
contradiction. One part of me was convinced the woman
was pure evil. In fact, I had already enshrined her into my
personal
Hall of Shame, a pantheon of treacherous women headlined
by Vanessa. And yet tonight the woman before me was warm, gentle,
and contrite.
I did not trust Pandora for a moment, but I certainly found
this new Patricia beguiling. It
was this side of Patricia that made
me want to stick around. Whatever had happened in Los
Angeles, Patricia had developed
a new appreciation for me. When she was sweet like this,
Patricia was impossible to resist.
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I have not been
entirely fair to Patricia. I have painted a dark
picture of this woman as a treacherous, materialistic snob.
Although this is an accurate depiction, Patricia also had a soft side
that was fairly wonderful. The problem was that I did not see
this side very often. Patricia could be warm when she
wanted to be, but I think she had ingrained too much of her father's
military background for her own good. Patricia's father was
one of the coldest men I had ever
met. I think his toughness rubbed off on Patricia.
Don't show
emotion, keep your guard up, don't show weakness, hit first
before the other guy hits you, always know what the other person is
thinking, reveal little, learn their motives, trust no one.
Good advice if
you are in the military, but not the best way to conduct a
relationship built on trust. After all, there had to be a reason why
one of the truly beautiful women on the planet had not
married by the age of 29. At the rate she was going,
Patricia had a better chance of becoming CEO of the hospital
than finding a suitable husband.
Want to
know something funny? I think that is the exact train
of thought running through Patricia's mind when she
decided to return to me. She went through men
like knives through warm butter, but none of them stuck around.
George must have done quite a number on her mind.
Seeing him made this woman realize how lonely she
was. Patricia did not need to keep me around forever,
but I would do till she got her confidence back.
Or, radical as it might seem, maybe Patricia decided she
could be the bread-winner. She could buy the house
with her own money and let me raise the children. Who
knows?
Right now
Patricia was vulnerable and this was no act. Patricia genuinely missed me. The
haughty, regal Princess demeanor was put aside for the
evening and a soft, purring kitten took its place as she
curled up in my arms.
And with that, Patricia was back in the game.
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JANUARY 1979, the disco years
UNDERDOG
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Here at the
start of the Year of Living Dangerously, I would do whatever was necessary to advance my dance
career, even if it meant lying through my teeth. Although I had no idea what the future held, I
was convinced it was my Fate to pursue a dance career.
However, unlike a talented dance instructor such as Eric or
Patsy Swayze, I had not been given the skills necessary to succeed on my own
merit. I was a very slow learner at dance and I had
weak social skills. I knew little about promotion and
growing a business. Worst of all, having gone an
entire year without
anyone to teach me the fine points of
my new profession, I was adequate, but hardly a star as a
teacher. In other words, I still had a lot to learn.
The way I saw
it, throughout 1978 I had been given Doors of Opportunity, or 'Challenges'
if you prefer. Typically I was unprepared to take
proper advantage of each new opportunity, but somehow I got
the job done by the skin of my teeth. I stumbled every step of the way.
As I have said, my Magic Carpet Ride resembled
Alice in Wonderland chasing her White Rabbit. I am not
sure why, but it always seemed like a woman would come along to guide me
past my latest obstacle. Some were mentors... Patsy,
Rosalyn, Gaye, Victoria. Some women were both lovers
and mentors. Jenny came to mind. The rest were
women put in my path for me to chase and learn from. Every time I got
close to my dream girl, she disappeared and forced me to
keep searching. By placing one woman after another in
front of my nose, each woman in her own way led me further down my
Path.
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Considering my dance career and my progress with women went
hand in hand, I firmly believe my Epic Losing Streak was
meant to steer me in a predestined direction. When it
came to women, Life had played a cruel trick and knocked me
down hard at the very start. The acne and social isolation
during childhood left me poorly prepared to deal with dominant women.
After
Vanessa took my confidence to the lowest rung,
I had
great trouble crawling out of the pit.
Fortunately Life
handed me this Magic Carpet Ride
as a way to recover and catch up.
To my surprise, this Dance Project had succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
During 1978,
'Dance' had attracted a series of stunning women to
my doorstep and provided me with my first real sense of
confidence around women.
During the Summer of 78, I handled several situations... Jenny, Karen,
Marilyn, Francesca, Nancy... with
considerable skill. However, I had the advantage of
dealing with those women one at a time. Never before was I
forced to juggle
three complicated women at once. Now thanks to the Countdown to
Disaster, this
Temptation Triangle
presented my most serious Cosmic Test since Vanessa.
As my
problems mounted at the start of 1979, there was no mentor
to show me what to do next. I was my own, just
like I had been with Vanessa (and we all know how poorly that
turned out). By taking on Patricia and Victoria, I had stepped up
in weight class. These two women played in the Big
Leagues and knew how to hit hard.
Over the past
two months, Victoria and Patricia had systematically bent me
to their will time and again. Together, these women had
caused me to feel weak and
spineless. They dominated me in much the
same way as Vanessa six years earlier.
Now Joanne had
entered the game to make things infinitely more challenging.
The combination of Patricia's Infidelity, Joanne's Seduction, and Victoria's Tirade
presented one of the most serious obstacles I had ever faced.
Each woman in her own way had gained the Upper Hand over me.
Patricia declared she could have sex with an old boyfriend
whether I liked it or not. Joanne persuaded me to
initiate an Affair against my better judgment.
Victoria screamed at me in public and chewed me out over
an issue that was should have been none of her business.
So far each woman in
her own way had forced me to Surrender. Outnumbered three
to one, I was definitely the Underdog. So what was I
going to do about it?
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JANUARY 1979, the disco years
BALANCE OF POWER
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According to
Greek Mythology, Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite had cajoled Paris into naming one of
them
the winner. Paris was a notorious coward. He kidnapped another man's wife while the husband was away on
business. During the ten year Trojan War, Paris hid behind
the
safe walls of Troy. Although Paris had caused this
horrible war, he felt entitled to skip armed combat. Why risk getting
hurt when he was such an important Prince? Drinking wine and
savoring his beautiful captive, Paris pretended the battle
didn't exist. To ease his conscience,
Paris periodically got up on the ramparts and shot a few
arrows to pretend he was participating. Meanwhile, his brother Hector
risked his life every day facing Greeks with deadly swords on the
battlefield.
On the day
Hector was slain by the great warrior Achilles, the people
of Troy were so angry they shoved Paris onto the
battlefield as punishment. What was Paris to do?
He could not possibly slay the mightiest warrior on earth in
hand to hand combat. So he brought his bow instead, an
empty gesture at best. Miraculously, Paris felled Achilles with one
shot from a hundred yards away when Achilles' back was
turned. This accuracy was tough to believe since Paris was
useless at war. Fortunately, Paris had Apollo, the Sun
God. Apollo hated the Greeks. Long ago, Greek leader Agamemnon had enslaved the daughter of Apollo's
high priest and refused to return her. Apollo had been on
the Trojan side ever since. For this reason Apollo, God of Archers, guided the poison arrow into the
heel of
Achilles, thereby fulfilling prophecy.
That was then,
this was now. Now it was time
for a different Archer to face long odds. I did not
ask to arbitrate this strange Beauty Contest. It
materialized all by itself. For some inexplicable reason,
by
wrapping their fortunes around me, each member of the Temptation
Triangle demanded I favor them with a victory.
Unfortunately
there cannot be three winners. This explains why all
three women were hell-bent on making me bend to their
will. Making matters
worse, these women did not like each other. There were
bound to be two sore losers. Therefore, to
succeed in my dance career, I had to find
a way to keep
each woman isolated in her separate corner of the Diva Triangle.
If their paths crossed, I could
very well see my dream destroyed. I was facing this problem
completely on my own.
Where was Apollo when I needed him?
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Throughout my
life, I had valued my integrity. I did not lie, I did
not cheat, I did not steal. I paid my bills, I
kept my promises, I did not take advantage of vulnerable
women. But things were different now. I had made
a serious mistake sleeping with Joanne, a clear violation of
my Code of Honor. If news of
this event leaked to Patricia or Victoria, the damage to my
dance career could be irreparable. Consequently the
Dangerous Liaison forced me to take a path I was not proud
of. To succeed, I had to find a way to maintain a
balance of power. Unfortunately, this meant doing risky things like lying
to Joanne, lying to Victoria, deceiving Patricia.
But what choice did I have? These three women would eat me alive unless I could find the
means to impose my will and insist they cooperate. Either I stood
up to these three women or they would walk
over me. Which was it going to be? Facing an
uphill struggle, it might be easier to Surrender and look
for another job. However, I was determined to fight
for my dance career. I took a long
breath and made one of the most Fateful decisions of my
life.
If these women wanted to play rough, then I would
play rough too!
The place to
start was Patricia. I would go to any lengths to
control Victoria even if it meant reuniting
with a deadly viper like Pandora. Yes, Patricia
had
told me lies. Yes, she
had strayed. There was no doubt in my mind. What
to do about Patricia's infidelity?
I did not want
to dominate Patricia, but I sure as heck did not want her to
dominate me.
The only way I could let her back in my life was to assume
her behavior was likely to continue. For that reason, I
deliberately maintained a secret
attitude of contempt. And where did I get this idea? From
Jim Deane.
author of the
Mistress Book, the so-called master of finding a
Mistress and keeping her on his own terms.
He said the easiest way to keep a woman like Patricia
interested was to give her permission to see other men.
Since she was going to do it anyway, why not keep my true
feelings disguised?
Jim Deane,
suggested the easiest way to deal with an unfaithful woman
was to encourage her to see other men, then do the same
behind her back.
Let it be known that I was very uncomfortable with Deane’s
women-bashing advice. However, I was dealing
with an unfaithful woman.
While I was not
willing to actually encourage Patricia to sleep around, I
did the next best thing. And what was that? I
avoided bringing up the subject. Why bother? I was dealing with a woman
who lacked integrity. She lied, she cheated, she
played dirty. With a woman like Patricia, there was
nothing to be gained by insisting on faithfulness. In
the meantime, I remained faithful. Why? I
learned my lesson with the Dangerous Liaison. From now
on, I was strictly a 'one woman at a time' man.
The place to
start was Patricia. I would go to any lengths to
control Victoria even if it meant reuniting
with a deadly viper like Pandora. Yes, Patricia
had
told me lies. Yes, she
had strayed. There was no doubt in my mind. What
to do about Patricia's infidelity?
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I did not want
to dominate Patricia, but I sure as heck did not want her to
dominate me.
The only way I could let her back in my life was to assume
her behavior was likely to continue. For that reason, I
deliberately maintained a secret
attitude of contempt and kept my
true feelings hidden.
Where did I get this idea? From
Jim Deane,
author of the
Mistress Book and the so-called master of keeping
women on his own terms. Deane suggested the easiest
way to deal with an unfaithful woman was to encourage her to
see other men, then do the same thing behind her back.
Let it be known that I was very uncomfortable with Deane’s
women-bashing advice. However,
I was dealing with a woman who lacked
integrity. She lied, she cheated, she played dirty.
With a woman like Patricia, there was nothing to be gained
by insisting on faithfulness.
While I was not
willing to actually encourage Patricia to sleep around, I
did the next best thing. And what was that? I
avoided bringing up the subject.
Since she was going to do it anyway,
why bother? In the meantime, I disobeyed Deane's
suggestion to mimic Patricia's behavior. I preferred
to remain faithful. Why? I learned my lesson
with the Dangerous Liaison. From now on, I was
strictly a 'one woman at a time' man.
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I thought back
to Nancy. Talk about a losing battle. Nancy was
one of the great riddles of my life. Without saying a
word, Nancy had communicated that any attempt on my part to
control her was doomed to failure. Nancy was so
special, I decided I would rather take what she had to offer
than lose her completely. Given that Nancy was not
particularly attached to me, the only way I could maintain
her respect was to avoid getting attached to her.
Patricia was
special too, but not in the same way as Nancy.
Patricia was special because she was useful to me.
Patricia was the only way I could think of to keep Victoria
in line. In order to do that, I had to develop a
careless attitude towards her. Rather than insist on
Patricia's loyalty, let her do what she wanted to do.
I had tried this technique once before
with Nancy, but it didn't work. I was
unsuccessful due to my strong feelings for her. But Patricia
was different. My feelings for her were dead
and gone.
If ever
the time had come to test my Careless theory, that time was now.
I would overlook Patricia's indiscretion and act like I
could care less. Let's see what effect
my carefree attitude had on her. Yes, Patricia
had strayed, but then so had I!! The mathematics
were
elementary. Joanne canceled out George. As long as we
were even, I was willing to try again.
But it wasn't
for love. I would never trust
Patricia enough to love her. My guard would always be
up. Without explaining my motives, I would date Patricia
strictly as a way to keep Victoria at bay. Her Tirade
was most likely born out of fear Joanne was looking to
replace her. However, there was also a chance Victoria
might have a crush on me. If so, I was totally opposed.
Without Patricia
around, Victoria could easily become more volatile than she
already was. So
I
took Patricia back strictly as a means to send a message to Victoria
that I was not available. It was play dirty or be eaten alive. And so I
embarked upon a truly ambitious project. I would treat
Patricia as my Mistress and do whatever necessary to keep
her on my own terms.
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Although I had
no idea what Patricia wanted from me, I had a lock on Victoria.
I was convinced she had
badly misjudged the threat posed by Joanne. Her
insecurity had magnified a mouse into a monster.
Preying on her fears, I tricked Victoria into
believing I had fended off an ambitious woman (Joanne) who was willing
to share her body to get what she wanted. This
maneuver worked like a charm because it fit exactly
what Victoria believed about Joanne's character to begin
with.
Victoria was
bewildered, but she was also happy. The coup de grace
came when I pledged my most sincere loyalty to
Victoria. By telling the woman exactly what she wanted
to hear, Victoria's dreams of becoming King Richard's
Dancing Queen were magically restored.
Vanity, thy
name is woman!
Joanne was the
Cat who chased the Bear up the Tree. Although Joanne was a lonely,
powerless woman who had crossed her fingers and followed her heart, I had
sold Victoria
on the fantasy that the Ice Queen was an immoral hussy with endless
talent and boundless ambition.
By reinforcing this errant impression of Joanne,
Victoria was suddenly beholden to me. It was an
effective strategy, but risky too. If
Victoria ever discovered the truth, my Castle would
turn to rubble.
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Yes, I was
playing dirty. But did I feel guilty? Absolutely
not! What I had done with
Joanne was none of Victoria's business in the first place.
If Victoria had spoken to me like a friend after Joanne stole the show at the
Christmas Party, none of this would have ever been
necessary. Instead she resorted to intimidation. Victoria
had vastly over-stepped her bounds four times: Halloween
Party, Christmas
Party,
Tirade and Inquisition. Victoria
behaved this way because she controlled my dance program the same way an occupying force
controls a conquered territory. Given that Victoria had used her power to
bully me around, my only choice
as Underdog
was to fight back using Guerilla Warfare. No, I did
not feel guilty at all.
And did I feel
guilty about Patricia? Absolutely not. I saw her
as a treacherous bitch, but much too useful to discard.
Joanne was the only one I felt guilty about. I had to lie
to her in order to allow Patricia to re-enter my life.
However, in my defense, it was Victoria's Tirade which
forced me to reopen the door for Patricia. And who
caused Victoria's Tirade? Joanne. Her impulsive
decision to chase me down in plain sight knowing full well Victoria was her
enemy was a dumb mistake. Joanne was not blameless.
On the other
hand, Joanne's aggressiveness had led to a
highly amusing development I did not
foresee. Victoria understood the woman who best
served my dance career would always have the inside track in
the Beauty Contest. For this reason, Victoria never
took the Princess seriously due to Patricia's lack of interest in my dance program.
Although ordinarily Patricia was quite the catch, Victoria was right:
The Princess was running a distant third place in the contest.
Joanne was a
different story. Victoria
had totally misjudged Joanne, assuming she was a talented
professional equal to Patricia when in reality she was a
poor, uneducated receptionist. Victoria's mistake was roughly equivalent to
elevating Sadie Sadsack to Marilyn Monroe status. Victoria's mistake
was so serious it bordered upon Cosmic Blindness. Had she known the truth
about Joanne, this story would have had a
much different outcome (and not nearly as fascinating).
Joanne could not
match Patricia for looks, but she was much sexier than Patricia.
Victoria was just as beautiful as Patricia and extremely
sexy as well, but she was off limits due to her marriage.
I had no interest in Victoria, but I had considerable
interest in Joanne. If I could get Victoria to lift
her taboo on Joanne, I would be sorely tempted to ditch
Patricia. However, that was unlikely.
As things stood,
I was using both Joanne and Patricia as a way to keep
Victoria's increasingly erratic personality under control.
I needed to make Victoria believe she could be replaced.
In reality, neither woman could hold a candle to Victoria,
but so far she had not figured this out. If I lost
either of those women, I would be at the mercy of a
mercurial woman who held my dance program captive.
Fortunately, so far my strategy was working. Or maybe
it was working too well. Victoria was furious that
Joanne made no attempt to disguise her lust for me. So
why not just tell Rick to get rid of Joanne? Out of
the question. Victoria assumed that would backfire.
First I would tell Victoria to take a hike, then install
Joanne as her replacement.
Unable to get
rid of Joanne, Victoria's next option was to find a way to
keep Joanne in check. In her opinion, Victoria was
convinced Joanne's dance ability and sex appeal gave her the
inside track. Sex was the one area where Victoria
could not compete. Since Joanne's
dance ability was superior to Victoria's, if Joanne
managed to become my girlfriend as well, Victoria was
sure to lose the Contest. If
Joanne was willing to sleep her way to the glorious position
as Supreme Goddess of Disco, then Victoria was helpless to prevent it.
That fear drove Victoria to the edge of sanity.
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But what
if Victoria had an ally?
The easiest way
to keep Joanne out of my bed was to keep Patricia there
instead. That explains
why Victoria's attitude towards Patricia shifted
dramatically. Victoria
decided the best way to keep Joanne's advantage
under control was to strengthen Patricia's hold on me before
it was too late. So what did Victoria do? I had
brought Patricia back specifically to keep Victoria under
wraps only to see my ploy succeed beyond my wildest hope.
Now Victoria
decided to use a similar strategy. Seeing Patricia as
the preferred bed partner over Joanne, Victoria
decided to make the Princess her new best friend! To my
astonishment, Patricia said okay.
Unbelievable. I was treated to an event I never
thought possible.
King Kong and Godzilla kissed and
hugged! Call it Gorilla Warfare.
With the balance
of power restored within the Triangle, I was pleased to see the welcome return of
Sunshine Victoria. All across the Disco Kingdom, the
dancers were happy. My deception had worked. But
how long would it last?
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