When I'd gotten my shirt off, Grant handed me some pamphlets to hand to pedestrians.Most of the people who walked by yelled at us, but a few people to...ok our pamphlets and one guy even thanked us. He said he was in Vietnam.Eventually, the police got called. The officer walked up to me."You kids got a permit for this little striptease?" Right here, officer." Grant fished a piece of paper out of his backpack and handed it to the policeman."Everything looks to be in order," the officer gave the. Could her Kabbalah studies have brought them on? She hoped not; she really enjoyed the classes, and truth be told, was quite taken by Jakob!After Jakob had come to a few classes he got up his nerve and asked Judith to join him for coffee after class. Hoping that she didn’t seem too anxious, Judith accepted.“So, what bring you to the study of Kabbalah, Jakob?” Judith asked.Jakob was hesitant.“Please don’t think I’m weird, but I’ve been having some strange dreams. Nothing that I can put my finger. * The next few days were uneventful. Life carried on, she done her usual routines, work, shopping, socializing and such. Then came Franks funeral. Should I go? she thought to herself. I probably should. Not to raise suspicion. She pulled on her little black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Black leather knee high stiletto boots that left just enough thigh on show. Laura curled her hair and left it out, just the way Frank liked it. *Click, click.* The funeral was like any. If the truth be known, she was not even a very good dancer.This story is about the time my cute younger sister Ronnie decided to wear a ballerina costume to a costume party being sponsored by the Police Athletic League on the West Side of town. My name is Louie and my friends called me Lew but my real name was Lewis which I really hate and never use. Ronnie was also officially dubbed at birth Veronica which sounds a lot classier than plain old Ronnie, but was too close for comfort to a popular.