Episode 16

MY V.I.

(a soap opera)

By 7:30 the V.I. was rockin' with a toxic combination of raging, aging hormones and menapausal passion -polident and preparation H - augmented breasts and replaced hips - scotch rocks and botox - in other words, it was a typical Sunday night.

Redd Street, the popular Sunday night band, was jumpin' and the patrons were drinking and dancing.

With the place so packed it's no surprise that little notice was paid by those inside when a cab pulled up out front and dropped off a most unusual passenger.

Trixie Louise paid the driver and made her way to the front door. Her peculiar attire and mile-high hairdo did not go unnoticed by the handful of smokers standing out front.

"Get a load of this one," a middle-aged, bearded patron mumbled to his lady friend as Trixie passed by.

Giggling, his lady friend replied, "Looks like Miss Panarama City, 1964."

Oblivious to their stares, Trixie marched straight to the door and entered the packed lounge and as she did, the intensity of her appearance caused everyone to gawk and step aside. This created a path for her leading directly to the bar which she followed and stood between the brass rails of the well.

Cindy - the only bartender - had run in back to get more beer but Charmaine saw Trixie standing at the bar and ran to alert her. Reaching the beer coolers she blurted out, "Oh my god, Cindy. Wait 'til you see the amazing woman that's waiting at the bar - you're not gonna believe your eyes!"

Cindy - her arms full of six-packs - asked, "Who is it?"

"I don't know who she is but wait 'til you see her."

Cindy handed her a couple of the six-packs. "Here, take these."

The two of them made their way through the kitchen and as Cindy approached the doors leading to the bar she set down the beer she was carrying and peaked out. Charmaine watched as the blood ran out of her face and a look of horror overtook her.

"What is it, Cindy?"

Cindy put her hands over her face and shook her head. "I can't believe this!"

"What . . what is it?"

Cindy walked passed Charmaine and into the office. "This can't be happening!"

Charmaine followed her and asked, "What . . . do you know her?"

Cindy sat in Trudy's chair and put her head down on the desk. "Yes . . . I know her."

"Well, who is she?"

Cindy mumbled, "Trixie Louise!"

"Trixie Louise?" Charmaine asked, "Who's Trixie Louise?"

Cindy lifted her head off the desk and turned around to face Charmaine. "Doesn't she look slightly familiar to you?"

Charmaine walked back to the kitchen door and looked out the window at the woman then walked back into the office. "I don't recognize her - who is she?"

Cindy shook her head and revealed the awful truth. "It's Michelle!"

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