Noah
Dancing Queen By ABBA
Austin by Dasha
"Are you sure they won't retaliate?" I hear Dad asking the group, specifically Uncle Webb. Though he keeps telling me to call him Webb since I'm marrying his daughter in two weeks.
"Sofie promised she would not. It took a lot of convincing for her to believe we had nothing to do with Pop's little prank." He gives Pop a rankled look.
Pop holds his hands up. "They weren't actual strippers. They are personal trainers and one of them was the son of a friend. I wouldn't do that. They would have told them if Sofie hadn't figured it out." Aunt Sof had gotten him good that night. I've never seen him panic like that. Afterwards, he'd laughed so hard. He was proud of her and it was obvious.
"I think the PC term is male exotic dancer now, Dad. And I w
