Excerpt: "Her voice is better than her mother's," Julie said. Her feet were up on the glass-and-chrome coffee table, and she had a cigarette in her hand. At thirty-four she was one of the most attractive women alive - tall, with chestnut hair and green eyes, dark smooth skin, beautifully pointed breasts and classic hips. She looked across the room at Ron, her husband. There was ho response. Ron was thinking - his favorite pastime. He was always thinking, planning, dreaming. Ron Feldman, the young handsome press agent, the promoter. Ron and Julie Feldman were quite a successful team. But, like all who have had a taste of success, they yearned for more. "I said her voice is better than her mother's," Julie shouted across the living room. "She's got great tits," Ron didn't look up. "She needs everything - everything Wardrobe, make-up, arrangements - a show, for God's sake But that voice " Julie took a long drag on her cigarette. "Great tits. Nice ass, too." Julie stood up. "Is that all you ever think about?"