<strong> Kissinger conversing with Marie</strong><br/><br/>Marie’s initial flash of anger did not go unnoticed by Kissinger.  He smiled devilishly at her reaction and added vigor to his performance.  When she joined in the song, Kissinger was pleasantly shocked.  The dark haired vixen was indeed a performer just as his informant had disclosed to him.<br/><br/>The piano top became her stage, when she danced and kicked her feet high into the air, Kissinger was afforded the best seat in the house.  If it weren’t for those pesky little panties she wore, he would have seen every naughty little place on the darling Marie.  ‘What a fantastic start to the evening!’ Kissinger thought to himself as he tapped the last notes of the song and blew a kiss to Marie.<br/><br/>His answer to the reason why he played the song was as vague of a reason as he could think of.  “Oh, I heard that it may be one of your favorites, it seems that my source is correct.” he gave Marie an ear to ear smile with eyes that said he knew a lot more than he was letting on.<br/><br/>“Bravo!” Kissinger applauded his unexpected partner in what had become a duet, “The lovely Marie Broussard!” He announced his guest vocalist to the audience.  “Take a bow darling, you’re the star of the show.” He said to her.<br/>