“It’s not the champagne!”� Showgirl Eliza Hammond whirled around and danced down the street, while her escort hurried after her. “I’m alive with power and getting higher by the day. I’ve got ’em right where I want ’em, hon, and I’m gonna be sooooo rich! Not a thing they can do but pay me off, either. From now on, I’m going to have fun. And never a worry ahead.”�

“Champagne, my foot!”� Th...