" "Okay, now I understand." Chantel's second song ended. She picked up her brassiere and a few one dollar bills that had been left on the stage for he... and walked over to our table. "I see the two of you have met." Simone said, "Yes we have. I just explained to Michael why we work here." Looking at me, Chantel said, "Really." I nodded. "Are you interested in having dinner with two strippers who cater to the geriatric set?" Grinning, I said, "I can't think of anything that would make me. A year later Mrs Wilkinson changed all that !It was 11 am on a lovely sunny Saturday morning, in the summer of 1979. I walked along the street to my friends Steves house bouncing the football I was carrying as I strolled. I was not prepared for what was going to happen that weekend.I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. His Mam answered."Is Steve in?" I asked. "Oh hello Steven. No sorry he's away for the weekend with his Dad I'm afraid" Oh Ok Bye".To my surprise she said "No don't go,. ...."Let's kiss" he said. Just like that. No hesitation, embarrassment or uncertainty. Like it was the most natural and obvious next step.I think I was a little shocked at first, and didn't really know how to respond. I didn't say no though and he took the initiative and moved to sit next to me. There was nothing overly sexual about the kisses we shared. It was just boys touching their lips together. No tongues or open mouths. We were far too young for that. But I liked it and was happy to do. If it was ten years or so ago I would have simply got a gun and shot them all but things were different now. I had a family and I didn't want to be in a cell for the rest of my life. I couldn't live without my girls and Molly.I had to destroy The Beasley's leaving them penniless, fighting each other and out of town forever hopefully in handcuffs. Problem was I had no idea how I was going to do it. A scandal would be best but I needed proof and evidence. Should I have kept David Fitzsimmons.