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Chapter 54 (EPOV)

"The prices for a soda are literally the most horrible I've ever seen!" The usually upbeat Garrett was in a negative mood, as he sipped his juice box. "I'm not paying eight dollars to get you a Coke, Emmett McCarty."

Emmett stuck a dollar down a woman's underwear. He gave me a dirty look when I passed him a sanitizing wipe. "I like the number 8. When you flip it sideways, it looks like boobs."

I had to think about it for a second. Wow! Eight did look like breasts when turned sideways. Emmett sometimes had a clever mind.

I waved to a waitress. She wasn't wearing a bra. I looked at my feet. "Ma'am, may I please have a Shirley Temple?"

I could feel her staring at me. "Are you a queer?"

I looked up at her in shock. Oh no! Her boobs! I shut my eyes. "I find that term offensive. I have homosexual friends and a real live girlfriend. I just like fruit based drinks."

"Can get you a non alcoholic beer?" She inquired.

"No, thank you," I stated. Garrett handed me a juice box. What a good friend.

Jasper was scribbling on a napkin next to me. He looked up and at stripper and snickered. "Boobs, man."

I looked down and saw he was sketching my Bella. It was a perfect likeness. "What are you doing?"

"Here, man." Jasper gave it to me. "I know you miss your lady."

There was more to Jasper Whitlock then meets the eyes. What wonderful development.

Then he said this, "Ali's boobs are much nicer than these ladies, man."

"That's my little sister!" She was just a baby! Alice still likes watching My Little Pony cartoons. She drinks chocolate milk out of a Miss Piggy mug she got when she was 7. I...I...I...

"I haven't seen them yet, man. Chill. She's just so pretty. I bet they'll be the best fix ever when I finally see them. I respect her and I totally am planning on marrying that girl when we get jobs, man." He swirled his water bottle around. "Whoa...bubbles."

Garrett asked, "Jasper Whitlock, are you high?"
"Naw, man. I've been straight edged since I met Ali." He gave a lazy smile.

He was naturally like this. How amazing!

Emmett was pouting. "I wanna lap dance."

I wanted my Bella to give me a lap dance. She probably would never do such a thing. I would have to give her one. My imagination made images of me, Bella, her breasts...

"Hey baby, you want a dance?" A tall woman with very big hair asked. I think she was missing a tooth.

"Oh no!" I squeaked.

Emmett raised his hand. "I do! I do!"

"I like the pretty boy," she said to Emmett. He frowned as she started to try and sit on me. "You like wiggling, little boy?"

"No, I do not!" I tried to stand up. "Please, don't do this!"

She was crushing me. It hurt and she smelled like tobacco and pickles. I felt nauseous.

"I can make you feel really good!" She crooned. I was gagging on the smell of her.

"Sit on me!" Emmett called out.

Garrett tapped her shoulder. "Miss, you are making my friend uncomfortable."

"You're next, handsome." She said to a visibly shaken Garrett.

"Please, no!" He hid behind a giggling Jasper.

With every ounce of strength, I could muster I stood up. The woman slid to the floor. "I said, no!"

Our bouncer friend came over and angrily pointed to the door. "Get out!"

"I just wanted a lap dance!" Emmett cried.

Thirty minutes later, we sat watching Game of Thrones and eating popcorn. Emmett was complaining. A rock hit my window. I looked down and there was my world.

"Sneak out!" Bella called.

Tonight was going to be amazing.