Edward did not touch her. He might hold her hand a moment at the breakfast table. He might take her arm at a ball, or a dinner given by his friends.... Edward did not touch her. He slept comfortably in his bed, having consummated their marriage with apologetic grunting on their wedding night. Beyond that night, he did not touch her. The fingers glided across the moist linen of her dress. They glided across her breasts pushing against the buttons of her dress. They invaded private. As part of the bargain, Stan had to promise to drink orange juice before I would even agree to go into the place.The bar was named DANCERS! It was off the interstate about a mile. We were on vacation and stopped in town for the night. There was one subdued sign outside:"Amateur Night Tonight!-- First Prize $300!" --We stopped in at the restaurant across the street for dinner. I picked up the local paper. There was a DANCERS! ad on page two. I was looking at it, and fantasizing a little.The. She was walking her dog at that time, I took my chance and struck up a conversation, while I was petting her dog and asking about her life, I was noticing her hairless thighs, they defined smoothness, her lips looked juicy. She knew my intentions. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet in the evening, I knew she was happy to meet me, I had caught her staring at my arms and I was sure she wanted to see me shirtless. I went to the gym and got ready to impress her with my body. That evening I. "Let me get the money." She goes over to her bookbag and grabs a tweny. In a burst of spontaneity she notices the notepad and pen on the bedside table and feels amazingly bold. Quickly she scribbles: "If you want another tip come after work, Ashley XO"She wraps it around the bill to make it obvious and quickly goes to hand it to the delivery boy. "Thanks so much."The boy, still in shock, says, "Uhh...no problem enjoy your meal," as he walks away in awe. She enjoys her pie, blunt, and booze. An.