I told her that touching would get you thrown out. It was a strict rule. Christi commented that it sounded like a good job if you had the looks and di...n't mind showing your body to a room full of men. I called Christi's attention to all the guys around our table looking at her. I speculated that they were waiting to see Christi on the stage. She grimaced at my speculation and said, "No way." I reminded her that most of the women there were dancers or waitresses. Naturally, these guys figured. The side was outlined again in tan and they seemed larger than I expected leaning down as she was.I watched almost in awe as she put the top on, adjusted it and checked herself in the mirror, finally adjusting the bottoms once more. I backed off again in embarrassment that my own sister would turn me on to the extent it just did. I quickly stood back by my door just as hers opened."Finally" I said as a cover, as she emerged.That's how it all started. I remember from then on, any time she. It made her tingle between her legs just thinking about how forbidden and taboo it was to be alone at a night club with a virile young black man.The jazz was very good. Julie enjoyed jazz as she had a collection of records and tapes. She remembered her father getting very made at her in college when she brought home a black guy to meet her parents. Her father vowed to disown her if she ever again dated a Negro. Julie was badgered into giving up her black boyfriend and ended up marrying her. "It's all that bullshit about white wedding dresses and churches," She sighed. "I can't see myself doing any of that." You mean this is all because of those damn Catholic rituals? Let's just get married by the Justice of the Peace," Jordan quipped.Angel shook her head, "My family will expect a church wedding. Let's just not get married."Jordan grasped her firmly with his good arm and pulled her close, "Listen to me Ms. Pirelli, we're getting married in the church then and that's the end of it..