Spencer leant against the side of his silver Mercedes SUV and took a sip of coffee from his insulated mug. He always made sure to watch until his daug...hter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years since they had lost her in a car accident and he still missed her every day. Amy was growing up to be more and more like her mother with every passing year. The similarities were stinging at. She was the kind of stripper who used her body to get what she wanted from people. If a guy even dared reject her for a table dance she’d stick her finger in his face and call him a ‘cheap-ass’. She told me she worked in a shitty club with ugly strippers so she could be hot-shit and didn’t have to dance all that much and still make a good living. If she had worked with other hot strippers then she would have had to compete – but there amongst the drug-fugly dancers she had been a Goddess.She. Sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound that way." Hey," Demeter protested, "I understand. Actually the king and the queens have been wonderful to me. I don't think I could have been as nice considering the son of the person that ... ah ... did that to my daughter was living under my roof." It wasn't your fault and they know it," Nilsen offered. "Besides, you're helping Father out quite a bit from what I hear and that can't be easy." Easier than you think," his friend responded. "Sure I'd be. Instead, the state cop stood deliberately beside her car and talked and talked and talked.The brunette could not be sure whether he was trying to make a date, or just deliberately punishing her for being in such a hurry. Whatever his reason, he had lectured her, taken his time in filling out her ticket, then lectured some more. As she sat helpless, listening to the same warnings for the tenth time, the girl was sure she saw the Cadillac speed by them.She didn't give up, however. As soon as the.