The hour badly spent

Tits & Shadows.

There was one girl who, twisting around the stage, looked directly at me.

I did not expect that.

I followed her to a corner, dimly lit.

And since -- with those lace panties; with her skin, smooth like warm water -- since I was
Trying so hard to be less
Creepy, less excited,
More gentlemanly than the rest,
She put her face to my ear. Whispered things. Moaned.

Which I loved.

Which she felt. And expected.