She was amazing. She could climb all the way up on a pole. She was my favorite of the bunch that night. She was blonde, had blue/green eyes, skinny, h...d to have been in her late 20’s, and had smooth beige skin. She must have had C cups, and a really sexy ass. I took her in for a private dance for a triple session of $60. If I was going to lose my 1989 Andrew Jackson $20 bill, I’m glad it was for that. Anyway, we walked in. This club seemed much more stalky than the ones I’ve been to up north.. "We've both enjoyed aspects of the experience. We certainly couldn't handle living like that all the time. The mixed feelings, well, Rich has stronger mixed feelings than I do, but we both feel that if the other can't handle any of this, we should stop and go back to normal."John looked at both of us for a moment. His gaze felt piercing. I felt like shrinking into myself under it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Suze looking down at the table rather than meet his gaze."Let me explain. The Blue Water Grill was the brainchild of NYC restaurateur Stephen Hanson, and his usual attention to detail and quality was evident. We enjoyed a superb meal, a smattering of light jazz, and an evening that never faltered. We talked as if we had known each other forever, with no awkward silences or miscues. We didn't dwell much on the current crisis, but our conversation carried us everywhere, leaping from one subject to another like a word association test on steroids.We talked about. A Revealing Conversation with BryanJuly 4th was on a Friday that year, and I was out piddling in my garden shed on Saturday morning, when Bryan came over bringing a couple of beers with him. We sat drinking in the shade under a tree just outside the shed, and he asked, “What possessed you to make that comment yesterday, Jason? Seriously, man, have you been peeking in our windows or something?”I answered, “Whoa, no, Bryan, I just had an impulse to make that stupid comment to get a laugh, and I’m.