Has there ever been a time when you got a stripper stolen from you?

This one dancer I was close with, very close. We'd finish each other's sentences, laugh at all each other's jokes, every time we lock eyes dreamweaver by Gary Wright plays in my head, and just prior to this incident we were skipping in a field of grain.

We were recently at the strip club together just having a ball, the time of our lives and I even decided to have the courage to talk about how we should ride off into the sunset together, have her leave stripping and we start a new life together. Then all of sudden Rick Dugan busts through the door and music stops. My girl and every other dancer in the establishment goes into a stunned state of shock and awe. I yell and shake her "Hey snap out of it! What's going on?!?!?!" No response, nothing.

Then Rick Dugan starts doing some kind of disco dance to The Best of My Love by the Emotions. I turned back and she was shaking violently and foaming at mouth. There was nothing I could do. I ran out of there in full retreat.

I'm not sure what I could've done different to prevent it. I just know that something wonderful was taken out from under me, and there is a now a wound in heart that may never heal again.