I didn’t judge him…it was taboo but he was a sweet young man, I knew it wasn’t just lust…so I played the fantasy to make him happy. He was so...beautiful, if one of my son’s grew up to be that gorgeous….“Ann, can I talk to you about something?” he asked.“Sure baby, you can tell me anything.” I said, hearing concern in his voice.“You know this…game we play. Where we pretend that you’re my…my mom?”“Yes baby?”“I…I love being with you, you’re so hot and beautiful and you remind me of her but…I. He told me to strip and get nice and wet. Which I did. This was just too much fun. Showering in front of a big black guy. Visions of Altcatraz dancing my head. Next he handed me a shower cap and said be sure to get all your hair put up. Then he gave me goggles, and put some greasy stuff on my eyebrows."What the hell is this? How about some answers?"He replied, very calmly, "I don't ask questions, and I don't give answers. In this place the less you know the better off you are."Well, I could see. The sign on the door said, “No Cover Charge”.“I could go for a beer,” I said when I opened the door.Though dark inside, we could see the brightly lit stage with a long metal pole in the center and a dancer in a skimpy costume holding it with both hands, arching her back with the pole between her legs. She was moving to the sound of a wailing saxophone and an insistent drumbeat. A long bar was on one side and half of the tables were filled with a variety of men, mostly in their forties or. The slap of the striking dart is just ahead of the sound of two pistol shots. I feel a stinging in my left arm just before I release the fourth bo-shuriken. I duck and move to my left as soon as I let it go. Their leader is the last one I target, and I watch while his hand with the gun tracks further to my right, stops, and starts back, then stops when my bo-shuriken enters his forehead to stop all of his thoughts, permanently. I glance around to see the first two are on their way to the floor.