Morris?" Yes Your Honor. Based upon what I saw and read I am withdrawing my representation of this client. I cannot in good faith continue." Very well...Counselor, you may leave or you are welcome to remain for the rest of the hearing." Your Honor, if it pleases the Court I would like to hear the rest of this story." Very well Mr. Sammons you are welcome to stay but you no longer have any say in the proceedings." Understood Your Honor." OK let's proceed with this hearing. Miss Atkins." Yes sir. SO WHILE WERE IN THE CAR BEHIND HIM SHE TELLS ME I THINK THAT WERE GOING TO WHERE ALL HIS FRIENDS HANG OUT AND THAT HE HAS TALKED ABOUT HOW HE WANTS HER TO SUCK HIS COCK IN FRONT OF THEM AND MAYBE FUCK HER IN PUBLIC WHILE SHE TELLING ME THIS SHE CANT STOP MOVING AROUND IN HER SEAT I COULD TELL SHE WAS HOT FOR THIS AND I WAS NOT SURE ABOUT IT BUT IF THAT WHAT SHE WANTED I SAID OK. WHEN WE GET THERE HE TELLS US TO GO IN FIRST HELL BE IN LATER N ACT LIKE WE DONT KNOW HIM AT ALL SO WE WENT IN HAD A. Once I get in, I remember. As snotty as they seem, they still intrigue me. Lean, slender, elegantly, elegantly coiffured women of all ages seem to be able to walk with their noses in the air; unseeing men around them. Others are on their cell phones; oblivious to anybody around them. Is it them or me? As a young man, driving a Porsche or Corvette, I thought I could approach almost any woman I was interested in. Now, in my seventies, they hardly see me. Occasionally I am amused / mildly insulted. “You know exactly what I mean. Don’t make me spell it out for you.” The fingers of one hand held several Ben Franklins while the other hand was cupping the dancer’s breast, the thumb teasing her bare nipple. Bree levered herself into a standing position suddenly very much aware of her nakedness. “Honey, spell it out or get the fuck out!” The dancer waited a full thirty seconds and then turned and hit the red panic button on the wall next to the door. The dim lighting flared to normal suddenly..