'I turned the corner, parked the car and looked up at what could only have been a fifty year old shop front, it's white paint was peeling and a blacke... out window with the letters 'PO L HAL' imprinted on the picture of a billiard table that had a similarly tatty look."Doesn't look like much of a place." Connie looked at me as we got out of the van.I took her hand as we walked into the place and up to a shabby looking counter covered with the remains of a very old looking Formica top. Occupying. She removed all of her cloths and was standing in front of Judy. Judy looked her over and said you will do just great. Judy looked like the kind of person that enjoyed hurting people. Delores ask Judy if she was going to hurt her and Judy laughed and said, "You got that right bitch!" She grabbed Delores by the arm and lead her through a door and down a flight of steps. Delores didn’t fight her because she knew it would be a losing battle. When they got to the bottom of the steps Delores was. I smile and nod my head to the other dancers from the troop. A few older people slide through the crowd with a grace that tells of long years of the same training as myself. A few I recognize form old photos of the Sandle’s. Friends from when they were the same age as myself. ‘Wonderful show the other night.’ I must hear that a dozen times before I can cross the length of the living room. Stepping into the kitchen I see Mrs. Sandle flittering around the kitchen. A less likely looking woman to. At it wasn't far from the truth!"You are so sweet! But you don't think it's a little ‘young' for me? I mean a woman my age should be wearing long flannel nightgowns and such, don't you think?" "No way! Baby, you have an awesome body–you always have. And it would be criminal for you to cover it up! If I ever catch you in a flannel nightgown, I will personally turn you over my knee and beat your ass!" I said, sounding angry."Oooh, that might be fun. I may have to get one just so you will!" she.