Morgan had placed the glass of scotch back onto the bar; and was glad that she hadn't drank from it, otherwise the draft of liquor would be on the floor along with her jaw.<em>'Holy mackerel, that's one classy dame!'</em>The delivery boy thought, eyes riveted on the red-haired siren strutting her stuff around the room.<br/><br/>Noticing the awe-stricken looks of some of the others in the audience, as well as the three fellows who were kicked away, pushed down, and teased by the performer, Morgan realized she wasn't the only one who felt this way. The woman passed by the bar; not enough for Morgan to get a touch or anything, but just enough to admire that gorgeous body up close.<br/><br/>When Miss Bell finished her act only to disappear behind the curtain, Morgan had almost knocked over the bar-stool when she sprang to her feet, applauding and whistling loudly. It took about five whole minutes for the club to quiet down, until someone called out 'Encore!', and a chant sprang up.