Fay was a lovely blonde and an older replica of Sue. She seemed rather surprised, somewhat embarrassed, and not a little angry, so I said."I am sorry ... will go if I am causing any problems."She apologised and said "How much do you know Mr. Nash?"I told her what Sue had told me, and on the spur of the minute I said. "I have a feeling that your girls are trying some matchmaking involving you and me. "I did not however, reveal to Fay that Sue and I had got into a much closer relationship, and that. My sole experience with the male anatomy was playing "doctor" in the woods with a neighbor boy who was younger and even less knowledgable than I at the time. I look at the curious little appendage until it occurred to me that perhaps it grew larger as the boy grew, but it biological functions were way aways off yet. My affections for my brother were pure and untainted. i****t was a word that had yet to be introduced into my vocabulary , although a girlfriend at the time secretly confessed. Shall we pretend you're rubbing suntan lotion on them?" Oh boy!" exclaimed Peter. Then he realized that he might've just got himself kicked out. With a panic stricken face, "OH NO! I didn't mean..."I waved him down. "Relax Pete. You've been great for the last half an hour, and it'd be too mean to kick you out right after you donated $100. Don't make another mistake though, because I will kick you out without a refund. -- "To emphasize that you don't have ANY say over the girls, you aren't going. As part of the bargain, Stan had to promise to drink orange juice before I would even agree to go into the place.The bar was named DANCERS! It was off the interstate about a mile. We were on vacation and stopped in town for the night. There was one subdued sign outside:"Amateur Night Tonight!-- First Prize $300!" --We stopped in at the restaurant across the street for dinner. I picked up the local paper. There was a DANCERS! ad on page two. I was looking at it, and fantasizing a little.The.