In Love With A Stripper.... Literally
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Last published Sun, Sep 30, 2012
"...I got on the stage and saw him. My body, mind, everything focused on him, only him. As my eyes locked with his, it was only the two of us in the room, oh heck on this planet, I thought. I saw his eyes widen as he took my appearance in, I smiled, locked his gaze with mines once more and started to dance…"
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