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answered the phone. "Hi," I said to him, "This is Todd, is Vicky back yet?" "Sorry buddy, you just missed her. They just left for the club," he replied. Well, she was working hard, why shouldn't she have a little fun, I thought and then told him, "Well, thanks. When she gets back from partying, tell her I called." "Partying, you got it wrong buddy, they work at the club! Didn't she tell you?" he informed me. I tried to play dumb and lied, "Yeah, I must have forgotten." I was shocked and tried not to show surprise in my voice when I asked, "Hey, I keep forgetting the name of the place, what is it again?" "The Hot House, over on 17th Street," he said. I knew about the place; it was the largest strip club in the city and had been shut down a few years back, when it was discovered that some of the girls’ lap-dances were a little more "touchy-feely" than they were supposed to be when large hundred dollar bills were tipped. It had been nicknamed "The Whore House" by the local police department. Anyway, then he offered, "Want me to have her call you when she comes in? "Nah, I'll talk to her when she gets home. Thanks a lot, pal," I said and hung up the phone. I didn't sleep well that night. I had a nightmare in which my wife peeled out of a G-string to the tune of "Money" by Pink Floyd and sat on a naked Fabio's lap. In my dream, he had a hundred dollar bill tattooed around the top of his dick and was saying to her in that European accent of his, "Dance for Fabio, Baby, dance!" Luckily, I woke up just as she was about to take his money. It was about 4:00 in the afternoon when I heard the car pull up and its door open and close. That was followed by the sound of keys opening the front door to the house. When Vicky walked in the door, the "Green-Eyed-Monster," having nibbled the night before, had just taken a great big bite out of my ass. Words like "Trust, Loyalty, and Commitment" were the farthest things from my mind when I asked her, "So how are things at the club, Honey?" Her bags still in hand, she stood in shock a couple of seconds before saying, "When did you find out?" "Last night, Jerry told me," I replied. She started to say, "I can explain…" but I interrupted her. "Explain what? That you've been working at the most notorious titty bar within a 150-mile radius for almost a month now?" I snapped. "Or are you going to explain why you decided not to tell me? When exactly were you going to tell me anyway, or were you ever?" I was well past reason when she said, "I wanted to surprise you, Todd!" "You thought working at the Hot House and not telling me was the way to do it?" I said. At that point it was pretty much a one-way conversation because I sure wasn't listening to her when I said, "What happened to the telemarketing job?" She tried to explain, "I quit it when Sandy told |
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