Finally there was a fan-fare. She patted my hand. "Maybe you're right, Dan," she said, getting up. "Maybe after this month I will quit."
There was a round of polite applause. Dawn drifted over to a little stage and swayed herself onto it. The music began and the applause increased. Dawn smiled. The room went dark.
The smile she gave him was the one she reserved for her husband.
Dawn found a zipper somewhere and did with zippers what you will do with them when they are closed. Down went Dawn's robe. What she was wearing underneath was exactly what a stripper will wear under her sheath-like outer garment.
Spangles and tassles flashed in the light of the spot. Dawn danced. A spangle here and a tassel there was removed. There was more applause. I blushed for Dan Carboy. Dan could take it from there. I dove into my pants pockets and found the list of names. The next one was Mrs. Angel Martell, (nee Sally Benton), with an address in Philly. I looked up. Dawn was down to red hair, skin and a G-string. I thought of Mrs. Martell.
"Angel!" she coo'd. "You're so stro-ong!"