My delight in it should scare me. But I am too delighted.
So I'm back to the stripping. Been back for about three weeks, and its like I never left. The lust for money, the propensity for seduction, it's in me now. It somehow slithered into my blood in those first unbearable months. Though the idea can be repulsive to me at times, there is still something divine in talking in arcs, circling your target until you know you have him in those proverbial crosshairs. The control, the challenge - that makes me wet. The cold hard evidence of your worth: to make more in one night than most people in a week - it pats the ego.
I'm too tired... more on this later.
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