Furs and Minnesota - Sex~Kitten.net

My grandfather came here to Minnesota from Denmark in the early 1900's and loved it here. So I was just a little excited about coming to this part of the country were some of my heritage, the Larsons, were. I had one week here at this theatre - I'm not sure if it was called the Academy or the Empire... bad memory... I remembered following Tempest Storm in... It was a grand ol place, must have been famous in it's time.

Opening night at the theatre in Minneapolis was cold and miserable and so was the dressing room. Near Christmas, and feeling home sick for Vegas, I felt so alone. The weather was very bad, and snowing like there's no tomorrow when Hank knocked on my dressing room door. "Angel! Are you decent?" I shouted back, "hell nooooo... come on in!" Hank laughed that silly laugh of his. He was a nice old man, reminded me of Santa Claus. And, believe me, Mrs. Clause wasn't starving the household. I liked him, he was oh-so-sweet to everyone. (Told myself have to leave this man a nice tip when I close.) I said, "What can I do you for, Hank?" He said that Mr. Smith is here again, and asked him to deliver this note to me. I said thanks to Hank and read it. Mr. Smith wanted me to have dinner with him. I told Hank to tell Mr. Smith that I don't eat between shows, but thank you "again."

I answered back, "Yes?" A voice I didn't recognize said "Miss Angel?" "Yes, who is it?" I responded. The voice replied, "Mr. Smith. May I come in?" I said "One moment please." I thought "dayummmm he is stubborn. Well I guess I'll have to meet with him and then graciously tell him that I'm not interested." I turned to Greta, the house lady who ran errands for us, massaged your back, got you food, a Jill of all trades who made her living off of our tipping her. She and I got along well, and we often played cards in between shows... she was quite the gal. I said "Greta, quick, throw me my kimono."

I slipped it on as I walked to the door. I opened it and there standing before me was Mr. Smith - in his arms were a dozen long stem red roses, and a bottle of imported brandy. I asked him in, and gave the flowers to Greta, and looking at her like, a vase? well chyt ... like I carry one with me! As Greta scurried off to find one we introduced ourselves. I told him that I didn't want his gifts, I made enough money to buy my own things, and that I really wasn't interested in seeing anyone right now. Throwing back his head, he laughed. God he had beautiful teeth! Actually, he was quite beautiful all over for a man of probably 50 or so... And then he said to me, "Angel you have one more show, would you like to join me for dinner afterwards? do you like Chinese?" I thought, "Well okay, everyone is eating turkey or ham for the holidays, I'll be eating Chinese... at least I'm not alone."

After my show I hurriedly dressed, threw on my old stand by cashmere wool coat, and raced out the door, to where Mr. Smith and his car was waiting. Geeze, snow, snow, snow... the next thing I knew I was right on my butt, and Mr. Smith was helping me up and asking me if I was okay - of course, laughing again. I too was laughing, brushing the snow off of me.

"Oh my god" I said out loud as I crawled into the back seat "this is a Rolls Royce!" I asked him, "And how many of these do you have?" He said just one. Well, I felt like a real queen, royalty sitting back there with my so-called Mr. Dupont as we rode to the restaurant. We dined heavenly, and he was the perfect gentleman. Soon it was time to go, and we strolled outside, into the snowy windy Minnesota night... before we stopped at my hotel, he told me that his car was at my disposal, no matter what the occasion was. I stammered "no thank you," but he told the driver, "remember Bill (or whatever his name was), at her disposal..."

As I laid in bed, thinking over all that happened to me, I was grateful for the quiet shy man with the great looks and wonderful laugh. He was truly making my holiday.

The next day I walked out of the hotel to see Bill there, in front of the Rolls, saying "Good afternoon, Miss Angel." I was cold and not used to the snow, and my poor

I slowly opened the little card inside the box. It said "Because you're an angel, and if you want to travel the north in the winter and the spring, you need both of these to keep you warm." Both? Well, I thought the box was a little heavy when I laid it on the floor of the Rolls.

old coat wasn't doing the trick. I was hungry, and I had to be on stage in two hours.... I said to Bill "is there a good restaurant around here? Something hardy like Norwegian/German or something." He said "Yes ma'am" and off we went. Bill told me we had to stop off and meet Mr. Smith for a moment, as he wanted to give me something.

We pulled up in front of a furrier. a very upscale salon de fur, now you know I can't say which one as he was a married man, and from what I heard that his sons now run the business. I will give you a hint .... he was Jewish. Anyway, the doorman ran over to my door and opened it, and gave me this huge box! I mean huge, and heavy. Mr. Smith was waving in the foyer of the shoppe. We were off again.

I opened the box, and there -- before my very eyes -- was the most gorgeous floor length dark ranch mink coat! Soft and fluffy. I held it to my face. Oh my God, this was fabulous... Oh I can't except this, or can I? I slowly opened the little card inside the box. It said "Because you're an angel, and if you want to travel the north in the winter and the spring, you need both of these to keep you warm." Both? Well, I thought the box was a little heavy when I laid it on the floor of the Rolls. I quickly picked it up again, and lifted the lid, pulled back the tons and tons of tissue paper, and pulled out a baby beige mink stole - damn! This was just too good to be true. I mean my God, two minks?! Hell, most women don't get one in their lifetime! I think I screamed and scared the living hell out of Bill the driver. I apologized, and he told me that was quite all right. Well, you know this girl was humming all the way to work that night.

Hell, I even forgot about eating as I strolled into the back of the stage area wearing my "new" fur coat! All the girls were in complete awe. Greta quickly pulled me aside and said your not going to believe this Angel, but there is a large present for you on your dressing table from Mr. Smith. I all but ran to my dressing room and flung open the door... I almost passed out! Because there was another large box that looked like the one my furs came in! I all but ripped that lid of the box, and I'll be damned if there wasn't another fur coat. This time it was a silver fox! Three quarter length! Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous!!!!! And another note/card that read "Angel my dear, something for you to wear with your slacks, something casual!"

Well, I want to tell you, if there ever was a time for a heart attack, it was "now." I slumped down on my dressing room chair, and thought "am I dreaming?" as I clutched that beautiful fox coat against my breasts. Well now, you'll have to read my book for me to get more into the details, but I will tell you this much: when I left Minneapolis, I had to buy another trunk, because Mr. Smith had given me a fur for five straight nights in a row!

The week I spent there, we never slept together, not till he flew to New York years later. And I want to say this: in my own young way I loved this man for many many reasons... his kindness, the love he gave to me, the generosity was way beyond my innocent imagination. He wanted to show me a richer side of life (or at least to look like a woman of means). He saw a young woman starting her life, and he wanted to give his angel and her wings a little push.

Oh! And by the way, if you see my play "Have Tassels Will Travel," on stage there is this very large coat rack. and hanging on satin hangers are four of the five furs that he gave to me over thirty years ago. Yes, I still have them to this day...