How she became my ATF - 1

Elsewhere I mentioned that, as promised, earlier today I wrote a very long blog on this subject.  But when I tried to post it I had timed out and I couldn't.  So I'm going to try again, except this time I'm going to do it in fairly short installments.

As many of you already know, I've been going to strip clubs ocassionally for more than 40 years.  I was never a regular but I enjoyed the few visits that I did make.  Then about 12 years ago I went into a serious depression, caused or at least accompanied in part by a feeling of intense loneliness.  I made a lot of changes in my life to try to deal with it.  One of those changes was to start going to strip clubs regularly.

I was spending a lot of time in Washington, DC, on business at the time, and I visited almost all of the clubs in the DC metro area in search of one that I liked (the DC clubs are pretty poor for the most part.)  My search eventually took me to a little place in southern Maryland called Choo-Choo's.  And I immediately liked it - it was different - small, dark, friendly, had some attractive young girls (some very young), and was inexpensive.  Laps were $10 and were pretty good.  I also liked that fact that it was no-alcohol (not every BYOB) which I considered a plus because I was drinking too much at the time.  And it was open during the day, which I prefer when I can.  So I Became a regular there.