"Maybe another time." I said."I'd like that. My name is Triffy. Here's my number. Call me when you're finished getting pop corn for Barbra." She said....My name is Tim, maybe another time Triffy," I said.I brought the pop corn and coke back to Barbra. She snuggled up with me and asked. "Didn't you want anything?" Want anything what?" I asked."Didn't you want a snack? She said, seeming puzzled."Oh, I just didn't think of it." I replied.Smiling seductively, she said. "I'm willing to share."She then. He was exactly 22 years older than me. Since I was 34 years old it made him 56 years old. He was distinguished looking. He was also tall, straight, and in much better shape than me."Here," he said handing me the glass with Canadian Club Whiskey and Cola. I tasted it and found it to be not awfully strong. I had to work my way up to strong drinks and the older man called me wimp because of it. I didn't mind, since I wasn't trying to be macho. After all I was the mother of two. One of my kids was. Out of the blue she says she wants to check out a particular strip club that other dancers had told her was really sleazy (mostly common knowlege) and has been closed down since for numerous violations between dancers and customers. My wife says she wants to see for herself what the big deal is. Now you have to picture how she is dressed knee high platform leather boots (like all the girls in biker magazines wear) a wool pleated plaid schoolgirl skirt (not to short almost a real school uniform. Where the bitches at?"He told me to make a left, and when I did I saw him grabbing at his dick again.. I said, "Look at you, now you're all itchy and shit." He was like, "Nah, thinking about that bitch. is getting me excited. I'm telling you homie, she was da bomb. I'm gonna have to score with you, I'm getting hard."I reached over, grabbed it and said, "That's not hard homie, this is." as I grabbed my own dick. He looked at me and in shock and said, "What the fuck homie."I said, "Hell nah, I'm.