I had dinner with Ruth. She's been off on some socializing stuff, and she told me about how she was at a casino, and a stripper offered her a free lap dance.
"Male or female?" I asked. Devil's in the details.
Lavvy was there, and she awkwardly gulped her food. Claire started laughing. "That was brilliant!"
"Female," Ruth asked, ignoring the whole Lavvy/Claire thing. "There was this creepy man on the other side of the room."
"Oh," I see, I said. "She was trying to get away from him, and you offered her temporary shelter?"
"Something like that," Ruth said.
Good for her.
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