I might have been more comfortable if they'd been in cages or behind
glass.
I'd imagined that the dancers' stages would be really high, like you
always see on the cop movies. They were only a few inches above ground level,
though. We were sitting right there, watching a basically naked woman dance.
(She had on a g-string. You know -- three or four square inches of fabric.) I
didn't know what I was supposed to do with my eyes. At first I just looked at
everything except the woman. Then I looked at her face and put a half-smile on
my own, in case she glanced my way. She never did, though. I realized that she
wouldn't look at me, so it didn't matter where I looked. So I relaxed a bit. I
studied each dancer's body. Mostly, though, I looked at their hair and their
shoes. They all had really big platform shoes.
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