How did he even know my name? Oh yes…at the meeting the audience members each say their name. But he remembered? And how did he know I was a Realtor...? Perhaps I had mentioned that on some other day when I had complained about something? Who knows. But business opportunities are something that I never turn down, and this guy must have a ton of connections that could be potential clients. So what else to do but set up an appointment?Friday came, and at the appointed time I grabbed my work bag.. "First of all Brian, I only said I would meet you, then decide. You could taken me on face value, since you are asking me to take you on faith. So the researching of me is not really a compliment," I said."So you didn't come here to have sex with us. Chrissy said you had already agreed," he said."Well she was wrong. As a matter if fact, I have lost interest in you," I said. "Sorry Chrissy, he is not my type." You bitch, you got Chrissy and my hopes up. You really are a fucking tease aren't. Somehow the name stuck and we've been calling it that ever since. One of my brothers narrated the story of the places naming with far more assholeish mockery than I could ever hope to match.“Sounds fun!” Mark laughed at the story. “I wanna go.” He looked to Julie “You want to join us babe?”“No, I think I'm fine right here.” She smiled from where she was already laying out working on her tan.“What about you Hun?” He asked Anna.“I think I'm gonna stay here with mom.” She said while throwing a. .”, Marcus finished“ Really!!!”, I exclaimed. The one and only time I had ever snuck in there had been the time of my life last summer. If there was anywhere I wanted to make money, it would be there. The place was awesome“ But only when you turn eighteen”, Momma said killing the buzz with a tap of her finger on my nose.The dreaded EIGHTEEN again. I guess it wasn’t as horrible as it sounded. Momma made a shit load of tips peeling at the Zebra Club. Her pink cadilac was supercharged and.