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What if they put my picture up on the news? He’ll find me Plus, I could end up locked in a psych ward for an indefinite length of ti abilities are quite that convincing

Plan B--Lose all overnment will be forced to create new documentation for meeventually

Plan C--Buy a new identity andthere, boring holes into my face

Given that I’ve never laid eyes on him before, I don’t knohat his normal complexion looks like, but I’ll bet it’s not the sickly white pallor that I see now

As if he’s seen a ghost

I try to catch Ginger’s eye, to see if she thinks his reaction is strange, but I can’t

"Sorry I knocked but you didn’t answer," she offers in apology It’s true, she did knock, and aited for close to ain his office--behind the closed door with a sign that reads "boss man" and pair of lacy underwear pinned to it--but, by the stunned expression on his face, we’ve interrupted solance down confirms that his belt is at least buckled

"This is , slender fingers point to ht s I’ve ever told Ginger about o Her beginner pole-dancing class was just finishing up and she stayed on to watch the advanced class I guess I ih the entire hour and then talked ood I am I took her proffered nuer cornered me after class and wouldn’t leave until I went out to lunch with her Last week, she coercedwith her She’s twenty-six, but she doesn’t act like it h and a sarcastic sense of hu to know people, seeing as I won’t be in Miauess you could say that we’ve become friends--lies and all

It’s ironic that weskills and looks, Ginger autoreen eyes when she asked which club I worked at That’s why I ad adult clubs I had applied to and the appalling "interview" at one called Sin City The one I had run out of Her pixie-like face lit up, which was not the reaction I was expecting Then she explained that she bartended at the best club in Miaet me a job She asked about my experience and I, of course, lied I told her that I had worked in Vegas

I left Vegas when I was six I have certainly never stripped there

After o through with it But when I saw the unusually elegant sign out front--void of any big-breasted caricatures or flashing lights, just the name, Penny’s Palace--I knew instantly that this was the place for er promised me that the owner, Cain, is like none other The way she talks about him, I’d think he holds some sort of "boss of theme down

He hasn’t blinked once

I catch the almost indiscernible shake of his head before he offers in a clipped tone, "Charlie Right Hi"