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after a long somewhat frustrating day of neglecting work yet again to do politics, i headed out toward a party, stopping over at a friends house around the corner from said party. we had a glass of wine and somehow ended up sharing stories of our strangest sexual encounters. not that we had many, but i learned some things about my ex i didn’t know before…

didn’t even make it to the party, but was called to cheetahs to join what turned out to be several women enjoying the dancers, and the rather bizarre mood of the place. i tell you, sitting in a bar with dozens of mostly naked women dancing around while your tablemates critique the quality of the breasts on display is downright surreal. but it got better. as i turned around to the table next to me i saw a full blood mayan stoically taking it all in, having a careful cigarette and beer. after a bit of conversation (I asked the woman across the table what she did when she wasnt surrounded by this sort of thing and she said “you are going to be surprised, I’m a physician” to which i replied “that’s a fine occupation”) I started to relax.

So we watched the dancers, some good, some bad, and commented on the incredibly high platform stilletos they were wearing. While i really had no appetite for a lap dance it did occur to me that the cute blond with the nice smile dancing on the stage would look a lot more comfortable without her shoes, so i took my ten dollars up and said, “would you take off your shoes?”. she looked confused and vulnerable for a moment and said “i don’t think i’m allowed to”, but she did it anyways, and she did look a lot better, at least more comfortable. she put them back on after about a minute.