He says with that kind of money, I could get a real apartment, like the young singles have, get a car, maybe even get my diploma and go to college.He says with that kind of money, I could get a real apartment, like the young singles have, get a car, maybe even get my diploma and go to college. He told me I could get a real life -- something I wanted very much. I tell him I'm only 17 and he says `no problem.' He keeps talking and tells me a lot of college girls are dancers, earning their tuition, and leaving as soon as they graduate; and how other girls make enough money to start their own business from dancing. Talk, talk, talk. He talked my ear off. SO, WHAT HAPPENED? I got the job. That night, we drove out to the club and met the manager. He didn't even make me undress. He told me what hours I'd have to work and I'd have to stay out of the booze and drugs (no problem for me, at that time). |