The strippers

Pamela:

Chris and I went to a fancy restaurant. He was the perfect gentleman. He never allowed me to lift an inch.

Holding the door for me, walking me to the restaurant, and pulling out my seat. The fact he was still single was a mystery. I mean a lot of women should be willing to kill to be with him.

"So… what did you study? Because you come off as a strong and intelligent woman," he said to me, and I paused for a while, swallowing the spaghetti in my mouth.

Then I cleared my throat, and sipped the wine in my glass.

"I studied marketing," I said to him, trying to hide the fact that I wasted my years in school trying to be an engineer, and also wasted more of my life trying to run a fashion company.

"Wow.. that's great. My sister did that too, so what branch of…"

He was about to complete his statement when my phone began to ring. I checked it, and I saw that it was Royal.

"Uhm, I have to take this," I said to him.

"Sure," he replied with a smile and he went back to eating his meal.

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