We quickly made our way to the bar, exchanged a few pleasantries and ordered drinks. As we waited for the drinks, we sat and talked about the show and... a litany of other topics. We were seated for dinner and the waitress brought our drinks. We made our way through dinner and by the time we were done, we were all feeling pretty good.The conversation became more sexual in nature when Michael said, "Have you two ever had any, um, relations out in public? Not like in the middle of the supermarket. The most interesting day in the new culture had been declared Celebrating American Freedom Day. It fell, by law of Congress, on the second Monday of August every year. It was a national holiday, akin to President's Day, the Fourth of July, or Labor Day.The proclamation for it read, "On this day Every American Citizen, and those residing on American soil, shall present themselves to Friends, Family, and Neighbors, nude, in celebration of our national freedoms."So, dear reader, this is where our. Putting things in a fucking box!”I held her close to me. “Shh ... Calm down, Lara. We don’t have to go through all that again. You didn’t mess anything up.”“How can you say that? How is this not messed up? I thought she would’ve come back by now! The twins are gone, so why isn’t she here? Why, Matt?”“Lara, look at me.”She continued sobbing, so I gave her a moment. At last she took her face out from her palms and sat up a little straighter.“Hey...” I murmured. “Listen for a second.”She slowly. She slipped on black fishnet gloves, and her knee-high black boots.She said not a word as she made her way out of the dressing room and up onto the stage. Her dancing suffered. Not only was her heart not in her dancing, but her mind was still back at the motel. She was mid-spin around the onstage striper pole when she caught of glimps of him. Dante was there, watching her. She about let go of the pole when she saw him. Quickly, she recovered herself on the pole and then continued to dance on.