It is noon by the time I get to the strip club, as I walk right in to find Mr. Knight and thank him personally. After all, I can only assume he did it because he is the only one that knew of my predicament. When he overheard me talking about it, he seemed so genuinely sad that I hadn’t come to him and asked for his help.
“Hey, sugar what are you doing here?” Mr. Knight yells across the room, before I can see where he is.
I turn towards his voice, to see him sitting at a table in the back of the club. He gestures for me to come closer and then I see her. A tall, tanned blonde girl in her early twenties, she is sitting right next to him and has a smirk on her face as I approach the table. Of course, not being able to see her hands might be part of it.
My mind goes straight to the gutter
