What was happening to him? He certainly wasn't much ofa man these days. He spent all his time working on his book and dealingwith transgendered people.... And other than when he was at school and withhis students, he wasn't really a guy anymore at all. At home, he wasalways dressed. Frankie was a wife to Helen more than he was a husband.He wondered where it would all lead. He wasn't sure but his inner self wastelling him to stop taking the blockers. As mush as he liked the peacefulfeeling of no. She also laughed and said, "Besides, you can always tell the cops, they won't open their pants!" Lana also said that the "no fraternizing" rule really applied to the male customers, that the owners knew that most of the dancers were bisexual or lesbian and so turned a blind eye if they wanted to go home with a female customer. "So what brings you to a strip club, Amanda?" Well its always been my fantasy to have a dancer make love to me in a club and not care if everyone watched us... So are you. Because they are leaving tomorrow, they aren’t going to stay out all night, but would be interested in meeting up with us there for a little while if we wanted. We tell them that we will be there later. We walk back outside, and around the resort. It isn’t overly busy, but there are a few people here and there. We are walking arm-in-arm, frequently giving each other squeezes of appreciation. We come upon a hammock, and decide that we should lay down in it for a little while. You feel so good. Several spent cigars were abandoned there in the yellowed glass receptacle, the more recent one smoldering still. Loomis inhaled the scent of genuine Cubans deeply and relished the aroma. From the look on Sheriff Williams face, he doubted he would be offered one anytime soon. ‘Sheriff Williams,’ Tessa said and motioned to the doctor, ‘This is Doctor Matthew Loomis.’ ‘So you’re ‘Matthew’?’ Williams looked at Loomis. His blue eyes were set back in worn out sockets. The Sheriff looked like he was.