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| It was 3am on Saturday morning, and the most attractive stripper, south of the Mason Dixon Line, packed up her things and left work. She slung her bag, holding several of her racier outfits and a pack of her favorite CD’s, over her shoulder, and headed out the back door to the parking lot. The first thing to catch her attention was the limo parked at the bottom of the stairs. The second thing was the man in the tuxedo holding a sign reading "Holly". "Can I help you?" she said, glancing around looking for an explanation. "You must be Holly, I’m here to pick you up." "Why...who told you to pick me up?" "I can’t tell you a name, my instructions are to take you to the "Emerald Isle". Other than that, I am to give you no information, but at any time you wish leave, you just have to say so. I will drop you off anywhere you like." The woman wasn’t about to trust a stranger in the middle of the night. But, life was getting a little boring, "Why not, a little adventure ...
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| A Gift | 2006-06-10 | 7.488 | ||||