Just then Tiffany and Ashley grabbed me bythe arm and said "let's get shopping girl!"The next thing I knew, I was being inundated with an assortment o...tights, leotards, skirts and shoes in various shades of pink, white,blue, black, and yellow and the girls were all arguing over which oneswould look cutest on me. They were also using feminine pronouns torefer to me, which was making me feel a little strange. Tiffany wouldsay, "I think brighter colors would look better with her slenderfigure,". I took another turn and... I blinked at what was before me. Flashing Glitter’s sign, well, flashed at me. Pink letters proclaiming the strip club’s name next to a silhouette of a busty woman in a seductive pose. This was where my sister, Zoey, worked with her girlfriend as an ‘exotic dancer.’Why was I here? Did I want to be a stripper? Did I just want to abandon all pretense and shake my stuff before a bunch of horny men. To be bathed by their dollar bills. To let them touch me while giving. Suzy, as it turned out, was a busy woman. Besides the golf lessons she took every Tuesday and of course the subsequent sexual shenanigans that took place between her and Denny later in the day, she also volunteered at St. Mary's on Mondays and had a permanent tennis mixed doubles (Cathy was included as part of the mix) each Wednesday afternoon from two to four. Thursdays seemed to be her day to relax while Fridays was her day to shop. On Thursdays she generally visited the up scale hair saloon,. She was more than my daughter, and Erica felt it too. Still, I had to say it. ‘You know this is i****t, right?’ I asked. ‘Yeah,’ she said softly. ‘And you can’t tell anyone about it,’ I added. She grinned and said, ‘Don’t be silly, Daddy.’ And she laughed, adding, ‘You’re not m*****ing me. I want this, I really do.’ ‘But why, Erica?’ I persisted. ‘I’m an old, unattractive man. Why would you want this with me?’ She said, ‘You’re only thirty-three, Daddy. And I told you, every girl who knows you.