I.If you could summarize the Butterfly Pavilion in one word, you could only say it was simply "different". It was no ordinary club, with its seductive music and overpriced drinks, but you also couldn't call it a brothel; no, the ladies here had too much pride for themselves.I do odd jobs around the place, but for the most part I'm a stagehand. I pull open the curtains, tell the girls when it is their time to perform--and if I must, I stand guard as clients have their way with the ladies. It gives me some extra money now and then. The owner of the club was Bobby Kirkpatrick, not someone you woud want looking at your daughter let alone parading
beach memories along the shoreswhere you once called me 'darling',i heard the wavestell me thatyou were gone.deep within the dark waters,i hunted forpearls that remindedme of yourloving eyes.the seagullsmocked mysolitude,and the horizon reminded meof youropen arms.the jaggedrocks only show me howweak i am,for they arebeaten on their bodiesby the sea,and i'm easilyswept awayby the current.
Let Me Say 'I Love You'Hold my hand, not my throat.