I was not happy to be there. She had “squeezed” a four year degree into six years and was graduating with a huge debt over her head, and Mom was ...ust so proud of her. I had gone to vocational school in High School, performed a 2 year internship with a networking ass and now was pulling down more as a computer security supervisor at an online retail operation than the rest of my family combined.My plan was simple. Get separated from the rest of the family. Sit by myself in the back. And. A couple of years before I'd read 'Fanny Hill'. I was supposed to be reading 'Wuthering Heights', a 'great' novel of the English Language. I found 'Fanny Hill' to be a lot more lively. I think the story took place in the 1740s, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why I thought that, other than the publication date. Fanny was an acute observer of the world around her. If you skipped over the lengthy descriptions of sex, you learned a lot about 18th Century London.Of course I read it for the. He was probably in his mid 30's, about 5ft10, bronzed, muscled and wore a red speedo. I couldn't help but stare at his ample package when I thought I would be staring at the hot women that were everywhere. He chatted to many of them and they all seemed to be attracted to him. I thought I was jealous of him at first, but it turned out I was jealous of the women who caught his attention.I couldn't stop thinking of him all day and was thinking about him falling asleep that night too. I had a very. Jenny was the only obvious American on the menu.The girls on stage were stripping while they danced. The girls, once naked, sat with the customers to promote their buying drinks. It was dark on the back wall, but Jenny could make out girls on their knees in front of the men on couches.After she had time to watch, Omar whispered something to the DJ. Pretty soon, the DJ made a long and enthusiastic introduction of the next dancer. All eyes turned to Jenny as they clapped and whistled. Although.