E.Evans journal #3

So my friend was hanging out with this stripper and …

The other night, after we had gotten off of work, two of my coworkers decided to go to some strip bar in Highlandtown. I declined to join, and now have ambivalent feelings about my decision.

After last call, one of the dancers invited Neil to the Sip n’ Bite.

So they’re sitting at a booth, laughing and kidding around, and the dancer says to Neil, “Slap Me.”

“Um, okay,” he responds, and gives her a half hearted tap on her cheek.

She rolled her eyes and sneered at him, “That’s not a slap. I mean really slap me! Like this!” before standing up, cocking her hand as far back as possible and cracking him as hard a she could … causing Neil to see stars and his glasses to fly across the diner.

After recovering from the initial shock, he said “Okay!” and hit her hard inkind.

She just smiled, laughed and slapped him again.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but these two were just slapping each other over and over again, their cheeks beet red, just laughing away and having a great time.

Finally, she got bored with the relative innocence of the game, reached across the table and threw Neil onto the floor (mind you, Neil is very big and fairly heavy), sat on his chest, bounced up and down, screaming “Take that, you p