Episode 15

MY V.I.
(a soap opera)



Just across town in a darkened Costa Mesa bedroom, a familiar face labors over every detail of her makeup.

The room is possessed of an eerie glow caused by the flickering, silent television in the corner; the channel and show are unimportant to the room's occupant as she's interested only in the shifting, moody light it provides.

"You always did look best by the light of the t.v.," she said to herself as she stared in the mirror.

After one final adjustment to the enormous wig she has called upon to hide her pain and shame she purses her lips, kisses the air, smiles and announces, "Tonight is your night, T.L. Tonight's the night you're going to make them pay for what they did to you."

Bending down, she reaches for the drawer on the right side of the vanity and opens it. With her satin gloved hand she extracts a large, no nonsense handgun and places it inside her bag.

Stepping away from the vanity she brushes the front of her crimson, full-length evening dress with her hand and continues over to the nightstand next to the bed. She picks up her coral colored princess phone and dials the number listed on the business card that's taped to the wall.

"Yes . . hello. I spoke with you earlier about a cab for Costa Mesa - going to the Village Inn on Balboa Island, California. Yes - that's right. It's Miss Trixie Louise.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF MY V.I.!