ABSTRACT
“Grab and take! Grab and take!” meows the manicured blond, stalking the nightclub stage like a pedigreed cat after a common but delectable mouse. She hunches her narrow shoulders over the microphone and calculates the cost of the a rather ordinary engagement ring in the first row and yowls: “Yes! And bury it with you. If the next bitch wants it, let her dig for it!”
