I smile a little to her and she smiles back, she’s not an unattractive girl and I know Guy is not interested in her so I let this go but if things d...n’t change soon for my son we will have to figure out her next steps out the door. I make my way down stairs and see Rosa looking upstairs before settling on me with an interested/concerned expression. “Rosa are you well,” I ask my very good and well paid housekeeper. “Si Mrs. Delauter… that man… something is wrong about him,” she answers and I nod. That also means we probably cannot see each other during my time with him. My father might not understand our feelings – you being Caucasian. It would not be something he might approve of for me – considering his position and beliefs. He is very old fashioned that way.’ ‘I don’t care about your father’s position or even that he is clearly racially bigoted. I only think what we have is real. Isn’t it?’ ‘Of course it is. I’m madly in love with you. You must know that by now.’ ‘That’s the first. My mind went to autopilot as I drove to the strip, and set in the middle of downtown. Someone had just pulled out, so I took a nice parking spot right in front of the club. I grabbed my purse, put money in the meter, and went to the door "I.D?" the large-built man asked. I handed him my license, as well as the five dollar cover charge. He handed me my card back, stamped my hand, and said, "Have fun!" I smiled at him and walked in. My purse was a cross-body, so it was easy to dance and wear. I. A cock in some little cage or balls in whatever contraption one can think of seemed to be ... well, just wrong. I don't really know why, I'm certainly not of the opinion that woman should serve or be submissive by default. Quite to the contrary. Also, I believe that if women ought to have a choice the same must be true for men. Still, somehow it didn't feel right. Maybe it is just the aesthetic appeal, or rather the lack thereof. Anyway, there were enough gorgeous and scantily clothed or naked.