Wyatt. The first thing I saw was her left black high heel shoe and stocking clad ankle upside down caught between the two rail sections on the side of...the table. Raising up gave me a splitting headache so I laid back down. After a while longer; I began to get feeling back in my lower legs and feet. I slid off the opposite side of the table into the floor. I couldn't yet walk so I crawled around the head of the base of the table to check on Mrs. Wyatt. To my horror; her beautiful brown eyes were. “That tea really backfired,” Luke quickly relayed what happened to his friend Manny. He even pulled his shorts down to show him the panties he had on.“You idiot, the tea doesn’t work. It was just a joke,” Manny chuckled.“You mean I am not mind controlled?” Luke asked.“No, but you look good in cotton panties. May I suggest a lycra material next time?” Manny teased his friend. Luke wanted to get his sister’s back for the humiliation the put him through.“I never told you to ask them to show you. ” I can’t tell if she understands this little flippancy or thinks I’m serious.“Where shall I meet you?” I ask.“Outside here. I live around the corner.” She gives me a shy smile and I can tell she’s very happy at this turn of events.I scoot out of the shop before my façade of cool can shatter with the force of my thudding heart.The evening goes very well. I take her to a wine bar which might as well be the Hilton, for all she knows, being a young small-town girl who has never been anywhere else. He quickly finished the first beer and thought about leaving, but decided he needed one more to calm his nerves. When he returned to his seat, Closer by Nine Inch Nails began blaring from the jukebox. Tyler chuckled to himself, well aware of the explicit lyrics. Just then, the dancer appeared, walking to the makeshift stage against the front wall. It had a pole mounted to the small riser that ended about a foot short of the low ceiling. The haphazard appearance added to the impression he.