Had its share of higher-crime areas and he wanted Ryan in a decent place. It hit him that he was disappointed at the news. Living in the District mean...that she wouldn’t be living in the building; she wouldn't be a few steps away. He shoved the thought away for later. "Oh, yeah." Ryan laughed. "With the—what is it—the gentrification and all, Adams Morgan has become quite the happening place to live. You'll love it; there's a ton of ethnic restaurants there." "Hey, I do like that. Speaking of. From where I was I could see Sam and Earl going back up to where I’d been hiding and returning with my camera gear several minutes later and disappeared into a camper. They were there for quite a long time. I watched the folks who went about their daily routines as though I wasn’t there. There were though, a few who took liberties with my prone body as they’d walk by. Spitting at me and cursing me. A couple of women came by and from behind me I could feel them staring and heard one of them say. From what this guy told me the place is furnished like a palace."Greg was right. Once inside, they found themselves in a luxuriously furnished foyer. A man wearing a faultless dinner jacket led them to a small room that was dimly lit. There were two love seats facing a small stage that was about ten feet from the booth. The floor was thickly carpeted and the furnishings reflected obvious good taste.A lovely girl wearing just the flimsiest apron, her big red-nippled tits swaying and bouncing. Half way up there was a large landing. After about a half hour of drinks and conversation, the lights in the room were dimmed. An attractive young woman while being highlighted by a spotlight descended from the second floor. The beat of the 3 man band that had been providing entertainment became more pronounced. When the woman reached the landing she began to dance. To the pleasure of the guest she began to strip. She was beautiful and in the end she stood completely nude with the exception of.