"Mhm, wooter, I don’t think it’s that weird, but everyone else does." Dana said as she clothed herself once more.

"Wooter." Elsie repeated. "That is cute, my girlfriend calls it Peach." The Italian chuckled as she washed her hands again.

As Alice hit ‘End’ on the call with Shane she looked to Elsie with a lofted eye brow. "For all extensive ‘Chart’ purposes, do you know Shane McCutcheon?"

Elsie’s face became a little redder as she heard the name and nodded slowly. "She…I just saw her last night. She is the only’a girl in L.A. that my girlfriend forbids me to see…but that is our secret."

Dana’s mouth made an "O" shape and she looked between the two. "Whoa, what’d I miss? I was standing in the room with you both, how’d I miss this?"

"You wouldn’t mind if I added your name to my six-degrees chart, would you Elsie?" Alice pried, always finding an addition to be thoroughly titillating.

"No, but, put it under some other name, I do not want Sampson to know." Elsie laughed and ripped a tab slip from a pad on a little table by the waxing equipment. Handing this to Dana she watched as her eyes widened.

Alice took this into consideration and opened the door to the darkened room, smiling at Elsie as she went. Dana gave her a distracted wave, still fixated on the bill. As the door closed, the brunette gasped. "One hundred-and-seventy-five dollars for a freaking WAX." She scoffed. "I’ll just stick to Nair."

The blonde began singing the catchy "If you wear short shorts" jingle and Dana walked over to where Lycra was seated behind the high desk, chatting on the phone. When Dana approached he grew stiff and his speech quickened. "Okaygottagoshe’sstandinghere…bye. Love you too." He said and smiled up at the women, as if nothing at all were wrong, throwing the phone back into its cradle. Dana handed him her pay slip and a Visa Card and shook her head, starting to feel the after-pains of the wax. Lycra rang her up and Dana gave him some money to give Elsie for a tip.