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Ten weeks later, I was down to one hundred and thirty-five pounds, and the dancing and workouts had changed my figure, let me tell you. No pain, no gain they say. Sweat and pain were not strangers to me now. In the local paper, it mentioned that several conventions were in town, so the city was swarming with men my age. I actually trembled as I unwrapped the “Frederick’s of Hollywood” box containing my order of new clothes. When fully dressed in my new duds, I stood looking at myself in the mirror. No one would recognize me now. My hair was colored blond, and styled. I had half caret diamond ear rings. The lime green velvet dress, and matching shoes, were offset by my choker of pearls, and a thin white belt. I was in full go mode until I reached for the front door. I stopped, but finally had the courage to go out into the night.
I drove to the “Jefferson Lounge.” It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. The lighting, such as it was, was lasers of different colors reflecting off a spinning globe, as well as slowly revolving around the room. All but a few of the one hundred tables were occupied. Each table had a phone in the center, as well as a large number, so that people at one table could call and speak to anyone in the place.