Friendly, but businesslike, of course. “Of course. Gold Club, Nikki’s, Cheetah.” “Oh, it sounds like you’ll fit in quite nice at The G Spot,...love. I like ladies accustomed to a quality strip joint dancing for me.” “For you?” There it was—the sass in her character. I wanted to see how’d she answer the question. “I own the place and I choose the ladies that dance here. Therefore, I own it all.” I told her without hesitation. She struck me as a sharp, intelligent lady, but I wanted to test her. We're not certain they don't suspect something, perhaps it's just coincidence or our fears of being caught and our imagination is just running wild. Nothing else has been or seems different. No matter who we would date my sister and I had sex around once a week but that was tough and dangerous since it entailed sneeking into one or the others room late at night. The best opportunities were when our parents went out on a Friday or Saturday night. On a recent night she came into my room and. “What’s the job?”“Dishwasher at the Italian restaurant on the square. It’ll pay enough for you to make ends meet. The pizza shop owner said he’d even train you to as a chef if you work out.”“Ah, come on! You guys owe me. I put my ass on the line for you.”“Mr. Thomas, if you want out of the program, I’ll take you as far as Harrisburg. You’ll have to provide your own transportation from there.”“You bastard,” Kristen groaned into the pillow. She had been so close, and Andy, the bastard, kept her. " That so," he said, refilling my glass. "I was thinkin' they moit want com'ny." Doubt it. They had a rough time today." Shame. Been a while since I dipped the ol' wick." No serving wenches hereabouts?" I asked. "No whores?"He shook his head mournfully. "Run off. Damn war's gettin' too close." You see any Connecticut men lately?" I asked.He shook his head. "Never heerd tell." How's the bug population?" I asked.He laughed, clapped me on the back, and I drained my glass and mounted the stairs..