One Dark Wintry Night
I was searching for sexual entertainment one dark wintry night in Buffalo NY. It was hard finding any activity in a town covered in thirty six inches of fresh snow with wind chills of minus twenty seven. This night though I had just got off of a lake freighter from Port Huron MI. I had been working long cold hours with a crew of miscreant men who were at their best, not in jail. I was determined to be entertained. The water front bars were mostly closed dumps that had not seen an attractive female in years. The strip clubs in Buffalo were sad, as I had found out the last time I was in town. The Canadian strip clubs were far superior, but tonight I didn’t have transport and the snow was slowing down …