Flowers for Me

Dear Diary: Went to the strip club the other day. Golly, goodness, stripper tits are fun to play with. Even after more than eight years doing this. And, amusingly, both these young gals chose flower nomenclature for their stage names. And I think they liked me; both said they hope to see me again.

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Saturday, after Thanksgiving, wife’s got something to do. Check wallet, got $125. Mission, go see a dozen or more titties, feel a couple pair. Pull into SI lot about 12:40pm, not many cars, thru door, all eyes turn toward me. Except for the DJ, I’m the only male in the place. Pretty barkeep gets my water and converts a 20 to wad of ones, nods and smiles when I drop a bill in tip jar.