Awestruck and underwhelmed

As I and others have been chronicling, the good dancers have gone missing. So I decided to do something about it. In fact, I did something I said I wouldn’t do any more. I went to Sugar & Spice. And I did it knowing I was on a suicide mission. That should say something about how important pussy is to me.

If they’re not at the Red Raven, they must be somewhere. Ballpark is closed, as are several other depraved destinations. So S&S? Tattletales? Could it be? A dick hasn’t been seen outside the zipper outside the men’s room in either since WiFi. Yet times change, don't they?

Yes and no. Where S&S surprised in a good way was the girls. After work on a weekday, I walked in to find three reasonably attractive, reasonably young ladies. And all three were light skinned. Two we’d call white. The third was perhaps Latina.