"Maybe I should replace that tired sack of potatoes in the barn with this man. Are you good in bed, too?"Jeremy opened his mouth to answer and then cl...sed it again."Anything I say will get me in trouble." He is smart too," Mrs. Trujillo said to Emma. "Now out of my kitchen and leave me to my work."Emma motioned to Jeremy to follow her and together they stepped out onto the veranda. The groves in front were heavy with an orange colored citrus that was too small to be oranges. The fruit puzzled. It was during one of my first forays into the cinema's shadowy depths, that I became aware of the practice and dare I say, the art of lap dancing. Now for those who don't know Market Street Cinema, think old time movie theatre with row after row of padded seats, with one central aisle, facing a single screen or in this case, a stage, and that sums up MSC in the late 1980s. Only the lights for the dancer on stage were on and the rest of the cinema remained in dusky darkness, so the gals working. The tall bartender was all too familiar to Paul. Her name was Terry and she was unquestionably beautiful, and as far as he knew, unattainable, which made him desire her all the more.“Do you know her?” Nadine inquired as she nervously tapped her right foot against the steel piping running along the length of the bar’s bottom.“Honestly?” Paul said, brought out of his involuntary daydream by her question.“Yes, honestly,” Nadine said in a half whisper, not wanting the bartender to hear her.“A. So we got to the following weekend's "Shoe shopping" day which I foundmyself going on with all three of my girls, by that I mean my wife andour daughters.We had been to the pub for lunch and I do not recall what happenedexactly that afternoon save that I wound up with as many pairs of heelsas my girls. I recall there was some mention of horsemen in high heelsand someone said "Real men wear heels!" Or something like that...Another uneventful week at work and another weird dream. This time Iwas.