“It is. It’s your subconscious giving a not-too-subtle hint that it wants you to stray. And just to clear up any misconception you might be operating under, I’m not saying I look down on strippers. People have to make a living. And I don’t think they’re slutty, either. Again, the living. If she sleeps with her clients, that’s her business. Who am I to judge how a woman makes her money? At least she’s not being forced to give it away for free.”
“Whoa,” says Naz, sobering. “That took a dark turn.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You can always tell me whatever you’re thinking.”
We gaze at each other for a moment, until I say, “Okay. Here are some things I’m thinking. Don’t look so freaked out.”
“Not freaked out. Just listening. Go ahead.”
“Are you sure? Because your listening face looks a lot like
