As a recent graduate of a college in Philadelphia, I was back in that town for a weekend to visit my buddy Jeff.

After dinner and several tall beers, we were left with the whole night ahead of us. It didn’t take us long to decide to go to a West Philly strip joint with which we had become quite familiar during the past four years.

Soon we’d parted with all our dollar bills and had asked every dancer in the place to come out with us, but none of them were going for it. Then the deejay announced the next dancer, Roxie. She was about five foot ten, with a beautiful olive complexion and long black hair. She had the body of a goddess. When she started gyrating and swinging around the pole, Jeff and I just looked at each other because we both had the same thought: Could you imagine fucking this girl?