“Absolutely Anything I Want” Is NOT What I Had in Mind!

My tumor must be acting up again. I put up with reality as long as I could on Thursday before seeking release from my inner demons.

I have rarely been to Splendor, but had reason to be in that part of town and did not wish to waste time in traffic that might be more productively spent in a dark corner of one of Houston’s many dens of depravity. Besides, I had a special pass from the warden justifying my rather late arrival at home on Thursday night and I had heard from a fellow monger that the night shift at Splendor was, shall we say, “significantly more accommodating than the day shift.”

I had not been in the club very long before was approached by a dancer who was more than cute enough. The minimal survey I had time to conduct suggested that she was among the select few dancers already on the prowl that met my criteria.