Lap Dance
Francis waltzed into my room where I was lying on my bed reading a Cussler novel. “Hey, what the hell is a lap dance?” I was focused on the book so I asked “A what?” “A lap dance. Mel asked me last night to give him a lap dance but I don’t know what he was talking about so I said no way. What is it?” My mind started running, first off I was going to have to body slam Mel for asking my 18 year old sister to do something like that, second, my sister was still naïve enough not to know, third, why was she asking me? “Why you asking me? Maybe I don’t know either.” “Well if you don’t then I’ll go ask somebody else, maybe dad.” I smiled an evil grin, …