"How about a Bud, Bud?" I ordered a Bud and sat there quietly. I felt uneasy, as I was the center of attention. I sucked down my beer quickly and walk...d out. I headed onto the street and looked around. I really didn't like what I saw. I headed out onto the boulevard. I passed a number of seedy looking bars and clubs. I just kept walking. I really wanted to disappear. I began thinking this was one big mistake. Then, suddenly I walked passed a small hole in the wall. There was a small plaque that. Tonight though, had been unusually slow for a weekend. It made the time drag by slower, and she couldnt wait to lock the door and head out. Earlier, her friend Terry had poked her head in the door and said, "Dont forget to come up when ya get off. We'll be there waiting for you."After locking up for the night, she walked on up the street, headed for the place Terry had told her to meet up. It was 'ladies' night, and there would be no cover charge. She didnt know if there was a band, or just a. I followed her as she walked slowly but without difficulty into her hotel room the door closing and latching behind me. The room was one of those standard business hotel rooms, double bed, desk/dressing table, wardrobe, armchairs and separate bathroom. Shirl swayed her gorgeous bum as she made her way to the bed; she slowly turned perched on the corner of the bed and crossed her legs showing miles of stunning nylon clad leg. She circled the raised foot and I was mesmerised watching the shiny. You’d understand if you knew her.I was more than a little surprised when she handed me a sizeable check. Not long after our divorce I loaned her a good size pile of cash so she could start a business. I figured it was in my own best interest for her to be financially independent. And it worked out that way, too. Within a few years I no longer had to pay her alimony. Her little business has taken off to the point that she’s probably making as much or more than I am now. But even so, I never.