"Lots more chances if you have an eddycation. I don't ... too busy trying to keep head above water, til Daddy died ... of the demon rum ... and I come... into this land. Sixty years ago this was miles out in the country ... sagebrush, coyotes and sand..."Ah ... the desert rat story ... they'd heard it a thousand times ... Billy tuned it out ... Wili, Wilhelmina, listened like it was the first time. The old man was the grandfather she'd never had.While the old man droned on about desert, cactus and. “Do the customers ever grab or touch you?” asked Melanie.“No” again Betsy answered without hesitation.Melanie wondered how such a club could make any money if Betsy was telling the truth. She asked Betsy to tell her more. She played the ignorant card as if she had never been in a strip club. Betsy was more than glad to describe what she did in greater detail. Randy’s was the better of the 5 or 6 club’s in the area. Between the local law and the management the girls didn’t even try to cross the. Seeing no other option, she slid it over her form and a pulled it through her small belt holding up the slate pouch. Another closed door was ahead as well as another pedestal, "Hold the slate up to the pedestal, it will show you the way," said the voice as she aproached. She did as it asked and the pedestal beeped before opening the door ahead.Zelda slid the slate back into the pouch and felt the draft coming from the doorway which soon brought in a blinding amount of sunlight. When her eyes. David sighed and looked nervous."What's wrong?" Rebecca asked searching his face."I need to ask you something, but I know it probably isn't the right time, but I haven't done it right."Rebecca's heart raced. "What?"David got on one knee and stared up at her. "Rebecca Michelle Lambert, will you do me the honors of being my wife?"Rebecca's tears streamed down her face like water. "Yes! Of course! You know that!"David felt teary eyed. "I know but I just never asked you. I just assumed you wanted.