Fashion is nothing to me. Seriously!!! I had spent most of my life living in a cellar in Centreville. So, I furnished my place from the Salvation Army...and stuff that I found by the side of the road.The living room was mostly futons and bean bag chairs. And the dining room table had a bullet hole in it. But I liked the ambiance. All-in-all it was an idyllic life. Nevertheless, as I matured I was beginning to get that age-old feeling. It was the primeval yearning to find somebody who I could love. Or we can take you up on the Sunday afternoons." Alex said.Then with a burst of excitement Alex asked, "Hey dad, Britt said they were going to be camping out here, why can't we bring our camper out here while we are working and building the fireplace? It would be so cool not to be in a campground with all the other people around us and we'd have our own private little pond to swim in any time of day or night. Britt, do you think spike would let us do that?" Well it was only last Sunday. And have enough left over to take her kid brother Mike for a steak dinner at the new restaurant on the corner.If you looked real quick at Sharon, you would think she was another of those rich-bitch kids from the white-man high school on Main Street, but a closer look would reveal the fact she was a definite mixed-blood youngster with hints of African and Asian heritage around her eyes and her full lips heavy with promise of pleasures most white girls only see in their dreams.“Now that the deal. After awhile, I brought up my money concern.“Well, I do know how you can make a few bucks, but it would be this evening and we’d have to pick up a few things… but no, it’s probably nothing you would care to do anyway.”“What?” I asked, leaning forward eagerly.“I’m having a little get-together this evening with five or six gentleman friends. We were going to play cards. But I have an idea for some entertainment for them. How’d you like to be a stripper?”“Wow,” was all I could say. I’d stripped.