" Make me. I dare you." You think I won't?" I fucking know you won't. So there!" Oh, won't I."“No, you won’t. You have nothing to shut me up with,...anyway.”John pulled Emily down a small alleyway and walked about ten yards into it. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Emily opened her mouth in disbelief at what she was faced with, and before she knew it, her Uncle was holding and stroking a growing appendage. He turned towards Emily and with his hand on the top of her head, pushed her. We’ve been separated for almost a year and I moved into this house 6 months ago and keep the other two bedrooms for my daughters but they are only here every other weekend.’ He must have seen the wheels spinning in my head and seen my face brighten. Here he was. All alone. Maybe 15 minutes from my new house. All alone. So understanding. All alone. And with that… that beautiful thing! I found myself at the edge of a precipice, confused but certain. ‘You’re very beautiful’ he said. . So whenever one of my favorite bands played such legendary places like The Warfield, Slim's or The Fillmore, I would make sure to get into town early and spend a little time, and cash, at the infamous Market Street Cinema in downtown SF.It was during one of my first forays into the cinema's shadowy depths, that I became aware of the practice and dare I say, the art of lap dancing. Now for those who don't know Market Street Cinema, think old time movie theatre with row after row of padded seats,. " I assure you that if you help me out here, I can do that," he said."The idea just struck me, so we are going to need some time and effort to make it a reality. You are going to have to really work this time, not just entertain me." I said it to let him know, that I knew what we had done before."Whatever it takes," he said."One more thing, some of the things I will ask you to do might seem a little risky. We will have to be very careful, or you might wind up back inside anyway," I admitted."If.