She's a stunning African woman, an immigrant from Liberia. She's a call girl, and a very expensive one. I could never afford a date with her at her go...ng rate, but I get a sort of discount service.I called her up and invited her over, telling her I had some pictures to show her. Gerri has an improbable voyeuristic streak, and enjoys my collection almost as much as I do.She walked into my kitchen a few minutes later without knocking, dressed casually in white jeans and a tight yellow top. Gerri. When the pilot announced that we could take off our seatbelts, he looked at me and said, “Go bother the pilots, girl. They’ll answer your questions, and I have work to do.” With that, he went back to reading his papers, with his briefcase open on the table in front of him.I walked tentatively to the cockpit door and knocked, but no one answered. I knocked harder. “Enter!”So I spent most of my first-ever flight in the cockpit of a private jet, asking questions of an amused pilot and co-pilot,. “It’s obviously your first time at the Liz’s Gentleman’s Club. You’ll need some cash if you want to have any real fun.”I looked down at the bills and back to Liz.“This is what I would be doing if I hadn’t made it in Nashville,” she said with a smile. “I started to think about this when you told me Stephanie used to work in a strip club. I thought I’d see if those dance lessons would have supported my secondary career.”I chuckled. It had been many years since I’d entered a strip club. The cost. I felt so at ease, so in my element. My spell was broken when the waiter brought a third drink, one I hadn’t ordered, explaining it was from a gentleman sitting a few tables away. He pointed him out and when I looked over he gave me a big smile, raised his drink and winked! I think I instantly blushed and, even in the darkened room, I felt he knew. A minute later he was standing beside my table. He bent over next to my ear. “You’re very lovely,” he said softly into my ear. “I don’t think I’ve.