In the booth were 2 chairs and the dancer placed Liz on the one and me on the other, so that we were sitting across from each other. Now the stripper ...tepped right in between us. She was maybe in her 20ies with a fit, athletic body. Her skin was mocca brown and she was wearing a black negligee with black straps and stockings and string pantys. She bend over to me and said: "I will give her a lapdance and you just watch." With that said she turned around and started to dance for Liz. She was. Her words came out slowly, and she mouthed each syllable as if it mattered."You know, Tyballa..." What?" I actually believe you. You really don't understand." She looked over at me. "But from now on, please trust me. I know things you don't, about stuff, about how people are. Okay?" Yes." It's gonna be hard on Hannah. Actually, It's prolly gonna be hard on you too, tomorrow. Girls will be mean to you."She waited. I didn't say anything."Anyhow, we stick together. If anyone gets too hard on you,. So she takes a minute to roam her eyes over his body. His shirt is tight and black, some holes in it. Work shirt she assumes, still roaming over him she notices the shirt shows his muscles well. He has abs and pecs, with the biceps accentuating his arms just right. Trying to stay unnoticed in her search of his body she shifts her gaze to his lower half. Stopping at the protuding member in his pants. An “Oh My!” escaping her lips.He is jarred from his thoughts as he hears her expletive “Oh My!”. .. I need... I need... Mux.’”“‘I don’t know what that is,’ I said back to him and ran to the Jeep. I grabbed my big box of groceries and lugged it back over to where he was laying. I had bought some soda and some milk and some beer and even some orange juice. Maybe one of those was what he was trying to say.”“I set the box down next to him and said, ‘What do you need?’”“To my surprise, he reached into the box and grabbed the quart of ammonia I had bought to soak off some of my burnt cooking.