The other week cameraman Mike Raffone called and told me that a gentleman wanted to book me for a custom shoot with Harley Raine. I happily told him the dates I was available and we hung up. Days passed and there was no further word from Mike. Finally I called him and asked when Harley and I would be doing the shoot. He replied that the man booking the shoot had replaced me with Stacy Burke because he thought that I wasn't sexy enough. I digested this information and started getting angry. I could live with the fact that Stacy was going to do the shoot instead of me, but I wanted to put a little pain in her life. It only took a few shots of vodka for me to hatch the perfect plan. Within minutes I was on the phone with Harley, telling her a few facts about Stacy. Actually, they weren't facts at all. Everything I said was pure fiction designed to make Harley's blood boil. I told Harley that Stacy had called her a dumb stripper from the East Coast who should pack up her huge breast implants and move back to Maryland. According to me, Stacy had also said that Harley was also a two-bit pornstar who did not even deserve to stand in front of the same camera as a serious actress such as herself. Hehehe - it worked like a charm! I could barely conceal my delight when I heard that a huge catfight had broken out at Mike Raffone's apartment on the day of the shoot. Check inside my Playhouse to see the photographic evidence of this nasty brouhaha now!


- XXOO Tanya