Heather never enjoyed her stardom. At College, she had battled out of one pair of eager arms after another, all the way to her diploma.
After college, she battled Dick, the boy next door, with whom she had taken baths when she was six months old. Dick was avid to get back to that old relationship. Girls trooped in and out of his house day and night, but he wanted Heather.


And there was Hank. He sold shoes during the day, which was how Heather had first met him; but that was only to finance his budding career as an actor. At the drop of a cue, he would go into one of his dramatic death scenes. Hank was daft about her.


And there was Pat. Pat Murad was the singer Louise had hired to give Heather professional coaching. Pat had decided that Heather would be the show business grabber of all time. But his own personal grabbing was of a personal variety. It made her lessons with him at his pad very adventuresome.

The modest Halloran bungalow became a battleground where the three determined young bucks squared off against one another and locked antlers. Always one for a party, Louise welcomed them gladly. Sometimes their frantic goings on waxed so loud and lasted so late that prim Mrs. Carrington across the street summoned the police.

To Page Three