Written in 1965.
"He landed in the middle of a mass of warm, perspiring female bodies, more naked than not, as a line of the girl Dancers came offstage a the end of the act. There were screams and shrieks in half a dozen languages. He staggered, caromed off an incredibly developed brunette, felt thighs, hips and breasts in soft and clumsy resistence, and got to his feet again to plunge towards the stage. He had put the girls between himself and the hounds. But the stage would not do. Something hissed by his ear, nicking the lobe, to thud with a shimmer of stell into a wooden post webbed with stage weights and cords. He grabbed at the ropes and yanked them loose and heard satisfactory thuds and crashes behind him as he swung around the pillar and ran down the wide floor behind the bellying curtain."