I ended up at a place I had heard of called the Lumber Yard.The Lumber Yard was what we called a juice bar. They don't serve alcohol, just soda and ju...ice. You could however bring in your own alcohol. This allowed them to have full nudity as opposed to the girls having to wear bikini bottoms and pasties. So armed with my own bottle of Bacardi I pulled in.The place was actually pretty nice inside. I found a table off in a corner and ordered a Coke. True to what I had heard the girls on stage were. I had never had a stripper ask me that question. This was not just any ordinary stripper. This was Diane Hacker, my son’s high school science teacher.“We can’t do that in here,” I replied.“Who says we can’t?” She countered. “I can do whatever I want to do!”“How much?” I asked.Diane slipped a lone finger over her my lips.“We can’t ask that question in here?” she said. “That’s illegal.”I looked across the club, which was sparsely populated with just a few customers. Two floor managers stood by. Hell I wished it was me.At 5PM Ev called me. "Hey Sylvia how do you feel about living on the other side of the bay." You mean on Jefferson Island?" I asked."No in the mouth of the Tomahawk river. There an old marina there that is up for sale. You could own a place to moor your house boat, and twenty other slips as well. Place would pay for itself in a few years." he said."I don't know, I'd have to have someone look at the numbers," I said."Well it's not mine, but it is across the river from my. My body shivered but I hid it. Folding the note up I shoved it in my pocket. If I wrote another message on the bottom and gave it back to Kate then I might not get it back. For a minute I pictured the message on the bottom of the note until Kate passed me another piece of paper.I'M SORRY KIMMY.I WAS JUST KIDDING.PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT MEQuickly I scribbled,I'M NOT MAD.JUST FORGET IT, OK?After class I packed up quickly and went to my next lesson. Kate and I didn't get another chance to talk..