My boss for example, Roger, who's pretty senior at the company, and who got the hots for his sexy young secretary (that's me) something rotten. Course...every guy there has the hots for me (giggle), but Roger got it particularly bad. Guess it's quite frustrating for a middle-aged guy, having to look at a gorgeous sexy young girl all day every day Monday to Friday. Wife and children, all of that, but it made no difference to him – still desperate to get into MY knickers. No dice obviously, and. He is also honest, at least as honest as anyone who owns the Spider Club can be. The club nominally a gentlemen's club with a strip joint out front, a restaurant that serves pretty good food, and a private room area where anything goes.The club is a three story building located in a run down area of town. The building is unremarkable from the outside. It was once a hotel, and in its day was one of the most fancy around. The first floor is now the strip club and the restaurant. The second. I thought we were doing pretty well for a young couple.We rented a small house and owned two used vehicles. Marci wanted something newer to drive, but I told her that we weren't going into debt just so she could have a better looking car.Friends and family gave us a lot of our furniture, and I made sure we paid cash for everything we bought. Marci hated the idea that she couldn't have everything new and improved. I tried to explain to her that we didn't need debt; we were getting along. 'I asked my Chuck to tell me what happened. I didn't know from abortion, except it sounded kind of like what my dad kept saying to me.Chuck told me, in terms as graphic as an eleven-year-old could, what it meant.I vomited. Right then, right there, I puked my guts out.Chuck was really worried. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I was, but truth be known I was horrified. Not just for the baby this girl had terminated, either. I was supposed to have been treated that way.My dad had told me.