The confident and lively Domino, who once lived for the undivided sexual attentions of a big nosed ethnic man, now blames it on that ol' devil moon. We asked her to explain, and she said every time now the moon shines bright and full over the desert, she has this urge to plug her holes with as much ethnic man spackle as humanly possible. Which if you look at the ethnic man spackle equation tables amounts to at least five priapic camel jockeys or more. Although she's developed an almost unlimited capacity for fervor, Domino says five simultaneous humps will do for the moment provided that the romantic trigonometry includes loin cloths and Elvis karate moves. And we thought our fetishes were particularly personal if not a little unseemly.