All Set for Ardor?

The place is a strip joint now. My father calls it his gentleman’s club. He insists it’s a clean, well-lighted establishment run by topnotch professionals. He makes regular use of the weekday All-you-can-eat buffet. He says he likes to sit stage-side, “up close and personal” and chow down while pretty women dance just out of reach. When I asked about the food, he said, “Out of this world. You’ll see. I’ll take you there on your birthday,” Which is rich. You’ll see how rich that statement is. Just give me a minute. read more