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individuals made him feel alive and his direction in life weaved a little closer to the edge of the abyss.

      Janey works a shift at the club ending at midnight. Jim walks into the entrance and gets recognized immediately by security. Not only is Jim a regular, he’s one of their own.

      The stripclub goers and staff represent a subculture of dreams and make believe. Men, and the occasional woman, look at the naked bodies sliding across the wooden stage on five inch stiletto heels and dream about the black/red lace G-strings hanging at the end of their bed. Accompanying the lace is a wild-eyed Crystal, Mercedes, or Hanna lying next to them.

      The dream is perpetuated by strippers working the room giving Bill, Randy, and Sam the misdirected thought of sex for a twenty dollar bill and a fist-full of ones. The dreams are often shared but seldom fulfilled. A number of the girls will facilitate the dream for the right amount of money, make believe always has a price.

      Janey is not one of them. She started in the game trying to pay for college, but her degree in physiology isn’t going to earn $2000 plus a week and much of it in cash.

      Jim settles at the bar, gets a beer and an ice pack for his neck. It’s starting to stiffen and getting cooled down helps the healing over the next couple of days. It also gets mothering from Janey and a rubdown even Houdini’s magical hands would envy.

      Janey comes off the stage and sees Jim sitting at the bar. Normally she pays little attention to him other than a smile handed out at a distance. Management discourages fraternizing for the obvious effect on paying customers, the same clients Janey depends on to pay her bills. But the ice pack is too much to ignore and she comes to his side curious about the source for treatment.

      “What happened to my baby?” She asks rubbing his back.

      “Wayne was put in the hospital by two bikers, went to see them to exchange e-mail addresses.” He answers in the typical sarcastic style.

      “How bad is he hurt?” Janey inquires, a genuine interest.

      “Both were lying on the ground bleeding when I left...didn’t stick around to see.” Jim couldn’t resist the perfectly teed-up question.

      “Okay smart-ass, you know I’m talking about Wayne.” She states as a matter-of-fact.

      “Sorry, Wayne’s not doing well...in a drug-induced coma. I’m going to the hospital tomorrow to check on him.” Jim relays sincerely.

      “Like some company?” She asks.

      “I’ll get your perfect ass up in the morning, maybe do lunch afterward?” He confirms.

      “You’re on... that neighbor of yours is sitting on the other side of the stage... John something?”

      “John David Glover is here?” He asks. “Where?”

      “Over there,” Janey points to a far couch. “What does he do for a living...he’s throwing around a lot of cash?”

      “He’s a pharmacist... didn’t think he’d toss any of it around, but what the hell do I know?” Jim explains.

      Janey turns back to Jim and puts her hand on the side of his face. “Could you use a massage?”

      “Thought you’d never ask... can’t be too soon.” He confirms.

      “See you at my house at 12:30... got to earn a living.” She walks away.

      Jim takes his beer and ice pack toward JDG and sees him getting a drink from the waitress. He pays her cash and she leaves before Jim can circle the stage to talk with his neighbor.

      “John David, what are you doing on this side of the tracks?” He inquires.

      “You mentioned this interesting place a few weeks ago, thought I would check it out. Nice looking ladies... isn’t your girlfriend in the corner?” JD summarizes.

      “That’s Janey... beautiful isn’t she?” Jim solicits.

      “That she is... buy you a beer?” JD offers.

      “Sure,” Jim agrees. “Did your ladder stay put since the other night?”

      “Really weird at best,” JD admits. “Anything missing from your house?” He motions for the waitress to bring another round.

      “Nothing... probably a couple neighborhood kids trying to get into trouble.” Jim states in a hopeful manner.

      “What happened to your eye?” JD lowers his head to obtain a better view of Jim’s expanding eyelid.

      “Nothing unusual, just part of playing like a P.l. Some people don’t like the investigative process.” Jim has little interest in letting the neighborhood self-proclaimed “Mayor” know all the details of his life.

      “Speaking of neighborhood, my friend.” JD lowers his voice as if someone cares to be part of the conversation. “Did you meet that hot chick in the ’73 Mustang?”

      “Seen her running up and down the road, but haven’t met her yet.”

      Jim did have an interest, he could tell she’s attractive and has a muscle car taste like him.

      “I got her out of a speeding ticket the other day... one of the cops comes in the pharmacy to fill a prescription for his mother every month. Asked him to let one of my neighbors off the hook. Got a date next Friday.” JD is proud of his daring move.

      “Good on you big guy, let me know what she’s like in the rack.” Jim glances at his watch and turns the newly acquired beer upside down to finish it off. “I’ve got a date with a pair of magical hands... thanks for the beer.”

      JD offers his hand and Jim shakes it. Jim leaves the bar intent on experiencing magical hands.

      Janey stands at the kitchen counter eating a salad topped with a chicken breast. She takes the job and her body seriously. What she eats and her workout routine are important. A naked profile is the quickest full disclosure anyone can offer.

      Jim comes into the kitchen and grabs a bite of chicken from the plate.

      “You want a salad and chicken?” She offers.

      He grabs her snug fitting jeans, the jeans creating many of those dreams. “No, didn’t have chicken in mind.”

      Janey points to a doorway down the hall. “Go take those clothes off...get on my massage table. Be there in a minute.”

      Jim follows direction while Janey finishes the salad. She puts a bottle of body oil in the microwave and retrieves a bathroom towel. The microwave buzzer goes off; she wraps the oil in the towel and goes to the massage room.

      Jim will never admit it, but the fights have taken a toll on his body and he’s heading into a deep sleep by the time Janey drops the hot oil on his back. A reflex pulls his shoulders upward, the heat settling deep into the muscle tissue. It feels really bad and really good at the same time.

      Her hands push the warm liquid downward to his buttocks and the air from his lungs release. Janey is good at a lot of things, and when she places her hands on a body she controls the soul.

      The bruise on his lower back is getting blacker by the minute and Janey works around the tenderness like a skilled surgeon. She pushes the long fingers into his upper back then lowers them down to the spine and rounded cheeks muscled by countless hours of exercise. She leans over, gently kisses the bruised kidneys and her naked breasts touch his buttocks. Jim feels every move of her hands and body as she repeats the moves over and over. Each time her hands gain deeper traction and get lower on his torso and thighs.

      Janey extends her tall, perfectly shaped naked frame to cover his body head-to-toe executing the deep tissue massage and in the process her skin absorbs the warm oil. Their bodies slide into a rhythm; part sexual, part medicinal, part pain, and part joy. The hurt didn’t go away but his mind drifts above the soreness, the warmth and curves of her body grid and release one touch point in exchange for a different one.

      She

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