Larry couldn’t get a dance with another girl. This late in the evening, couples were beginning to pair up. When Bridget asked him to get her a glass...of punch after dancing with another man, he brought it back. They sat and talked. She finished her punch just as a dance was ending. He gathered up his courage to ask her again.Bridget had decided that the cowboy was definitely tonight’s choice. Having managed to get him to ask her for another dance, she danced close to him and enjoyed his. The boss is Chad Elliott. My partner is Frank Smith. My names Friday. We had just gotten off the night detail as I walked to room 69, stake out. Frank was sitting in a chair yawning."Oh, hi Joe. Ready to call it a day? Man, I'm sure beat." Yeah I think it's about time." Hey, Joe, I just got an idea. Why don't you come over the house for a swim? It's really gonna be a scorcher today." Sounds real good Frank but you forgot something." Huh? What'd I forget?" You don't have a pool." Oh, yeah, I. What he'd heard thus far had horrified him. The man was burned alive. The rape disgusted him, sure, but while rape was a sin, murder was a bigger one. He felt like he should say something. The woman, as usual, wasn't controlling things."It was her lighter," he said. "The policeman found it at the scene, and there was a fire. Obviously she set the car on fire." That's not obvious to me," said Tim. "I think they call that circumstantial evidence." Well there wasn't anything circumstantial about. She had also arranged for a cooler of booze for us to drink for the night. The bus ride took about 15 minutes and the lap dances were approx. half of what I am used to paying, and all the strippers looked like they were young enough to be students at the college. The bus took us to the door of a strip club and stopped and waited for us to get off and so we did. I paid my cover as I walked in, and Stacy of course got in free for being a girl. The place was packed, and there were probably 20 to.