After each dancer had come up, Destiny turned her attention to Paul. She directed him to lie on his back. Paul obeyed. An old-timey burlesque stripping song began to play and Destiny circled his recumbent form, playing with the bottom hem of her—now black-marked—shirt and lifting it up to her hips. The bottom of her cheeks came into full view and the panties she wore. Paul imagined he was being graced with a personal strip tease show, but something about the way Destiny kept smiling, from him and out to the crowd and back to him, and Paul connected to what the DJ said about riding for fifty. Destiny stood between his legs and faced the crowd. She lifted the shirt all the way off and tossed it across the stage to Selena. Then she turned back around and frowned down at Paul. She tugged her g
