About a week later, I started thinking about her again. Why was I thinking about her? Daisy. I mean, Charlie was actually a stripper at a strip club I went to. And I actually had an inkling she was one. "You know where I am, Daddy. Ask for Charlie." The way she said that turned me on so much. I wanted more of her. Knowing the consequences, I still wanted it. So, when I told my boys.
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