Joe noticed and whispered something to the guy, and gave me a wink. We walked to the strip club smoking a small joint on the way.We got to the strip c...lub and went in. I was instantly nervous again, all of a sudden it was real. There was the pole, there are the stripping stages, all with a lot of lighting. There would be no hiding on a dark stage here. It was then I noticed the whole place was very bright, not your normal dark seedy strip joint I thought. Joe asked if I was sure. I gulped and. They always have at least one thing that's perfect, he realized, putting on the one inch black pair. Maybe it was a test to see if he knew how to dress for success? Joe was determined to pass, and found the choices just too easy."There! And to think you were worried that you'd embarrass yourself on the first day, Joe! When your recruited like a college graduate should be, the companies take care of you. Ten years late, but here you are, where you belong at last," he told his reflection in. I hope I never get tired of how happy that makes me. Soon she had lunch placed at the table on only one plate again. I wrapped up writing everything through last night, and went to sit at the table. She settled on my lap.Lunch, like breakfast yesterday, was a sensual feast, only slightly diminished by the fact that we were both clothed. Even so, we were squirming a bit by the time we finished, I think if we'd played it out much longer, she'd have another skirt to clean and I would've had to. We were all quiet for a moment.“What about Amanda’s guy? Did she say his name, or what he looked like?” I said.“She didn’t remember his name. He was just some guy at the party. But she said he was thin, with shaggy black hair.”I gasped. “I know him!”Heather scoffed. “Just based on that? There’s probably about a thousand thin guys with shaggy black hair on this campus.”“Guys who came in just last week? Who hang out in Russel?” I said. “Interesting,” said Heather. “But even if you do know.