Still, as a general rule, a dress or a skirt and top, and heels. Probably showing some skin, too. How much, that depends on the club. Hell, wear one o... those long pink dresses and your pink high heels. You’ll look good and be able to dance. You’re a dancer, right?”She grinned. “Yes, I’m a dancer.”“Just what kind of dances did you dance for Artacyrus? The Dance of the Seven Veils?” he teased.“I’ve never gotten past the fourth veil before I was thrown to the cushions and ravished!” she said in a. I was such a pathetic loser.She probably thought I was some sort of pervert. She must hate me.I had been lying there in self-loathing misery for quite some time when an older nurse finally came in to do a scheduled bed check, something she enjoyed because it got her away from the others nurses and their mindless gossip filled prattle. I briefly wondered how I knew such things, but was quickly distracted from the thought."Oh good, you're awake, you gave everyone quite a scare." she whispered. You flip on the tv but can’t find much to fill your interest which brings your eyes to the movie cases on the floor. You begin sifting through her DVDs for something to watch but come up with either documentaries or chick flicks. You really aren’t up for a video on the intricacies of systems engineering nor do you wish to watch “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” The magazines on the table suffer from the same affliction, “Popular Science” and “Glamour Magazine”…you’d swear two different. Her jeans were as tight over her ass as I remembered, and the same baggy shirt hid her small breasts."Chris, I want you to meet Robert."Chris shook my hand and gave me a smile that was a little hesitant."Robert is an old friend of mine. A very good, old friend."We sat and just looked at each others for a while."Chris," Anita started, "There is something I have to tell you..." Yes?" Well, I guess there's no right way to tell this kind of news, but Robert's your father!" Oh."She looked me over a.