It wasn't until she was driving home that she wondered where she could keep her new purchasesfrom Mark. He would have a fit if he saw all these slutty...things. He preferred her to look frumpy soas not to attract unwanted male attention! Well, she'd think of somewhere later.More importantly, she'd never been unfaithful to Mark before. And yet here she was, shopping forslutwear to cocktease a man at least 20 years older than her and who she'd only met 3 hours ago!Not only was she going to fuck. On my fifth or sixth trip there, Kristine asked if she could sit with me. She was pretty and tall with an amazing body, at least as far as I could see. She hadn’t danced yet. We chatted about things, found we had a few common connections, and were getting along well when her turn to dance came around. I gave her $2 for the jukebox, and she got on stage. And then I confirmed that she really did have one awesome body. She danced well and used the pole somewhat acrobatically. I never understood. His parents had died in a boating accident a few years ago, and his Aunt Liz and Uncle Alfred had become his guardians. He lived in their spacious home along with his cousin Beth. Eddy was only five and a half feet tall... if he wore thick-soled shoes, that is. He was slim, with only average looks. He had a few male friends but no girl friend. He spent most of his free time in front of his computer playing games on the Internet. In a private school where everyone else had money, his inheritance. The screen went blank."Doing some work?" he asked."Yes." That was all she said ... just "Yes."He sat down and she paced. He didn't say anything.She froze, and pivoted on one heel and one toe, to face him."You said you love me." I do," he said."Then why are you being so mule-headed?" she asked."I'm not trying to be mule-headed," he said. "I'm trying to be responsible." What does that mean?" she asked."Sit down," he said."No." Layla ... sit down." Why?" Because you're all worked up and you don't.