Pick the place of your choice and I'll meet you there, girl… I'll be there with bells on and I'll not let you sit alone…
Spencer Carlin, hat and dress and in the third car from the last and almost falling asleep.
But Ashley knows a mark when she sees one – not for money, but for sex… if she is lucky, if the lady is lucky… it'll be for love.
"Chicago?"
"Hmm?"
"You heading there?"
"Yes."
"Me too."
And they talk and they drink and they flirt under the radar of conventional society.
…I'll not leave you behind the scenes, oh no, not you and your pretty eyes… You deserve limelight and champagne, girl… I'll get you those things and so much more…
Spencer Carlin, hat and dress on the floor and in a hotel room and almost falling asleep.
But Ashley knows this is just the beginning, not the end – for this night, maybe, but not forever… if she is lucky, if the lady is lucky… it'll be a lifetime.
"You taste like sugar."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You are a flatterer."
"I know."
"I like it."
And they murmur and they kiss and they make love all over again.
…Pick the place and I'll be there, I'll wait for you there… by the sea or in the mountains, doesn't matter to me much… Because it is all about you, girl, and you know it… Oh girl, you know it to be true…
Spencer Carlin, hat and dress and by a window and almost falling asleep.
But Ashley knows this is meant to be – fate is fickle, sure, but not to be ignored… if she is lucky, if the lady is lucky… it'll be written in the stars.
"How did you know?"
"I've got a sense about women."
"I do, too."
"I know."
"Two halves of the whole then?"
"You can believe it, Spencer."
And they touch without thinking and they talk without ceasing and they fall in love.
