"As Fran walked around the gym floor to the bleachers Carla stopped her. Carla was the snooty sister of one of the boys who had been involved in her f...rst gang fuck the previous Saturday. It was the same girl that had called her a slut on Monday. The girl's snobby friends gathered round them as she dug her hand down the front of her gym shorts and produced a damp wrinkled dollar bill and held it out to Fran."My brother asked me to by some raffle tickets for him." Carla looked around to make. I kept hoping he would see what a shambles he was making of his life and have some remorse, but he never did. Failing that, I kept praying that he’d die in his sleep and my poor stepmom and sister would get some peace, but it never seemed to happen. Finally, one day, it all seemed to change in an instant, and though it was weird and traumatic in the moment, it was a defining moment that bore some of the best things my life has ever produced.It came at first as a picture on my cell phone from. "I'm so, so sorry," I stammered."It happens," she said blushing."It shouldn't," I said blushing too. "But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity.". When I got up, Cathy was crawling the bar, and LuAnne and Flame were both back at the Easy chairs getting ready to bestow lap dances on a couple of guys. I checked myself in the mirror that covered one wall, and decided that I would do. I hadn’t chosen my own songs, as I didn’t really know much of what was in the jukebox, but Shaniqua helped me out and picked out three good dance tunes, and I was on my way! I didn’t try to do any fancy moves, just undulated to the music, and turned slowly to.