Last Night of Freedom
Many years ago...
Lynn Sr. refused to be married without her. He checked his watch multiple times.
"You think she's coming?"
One of his friends at the time stood by his side and smiled.
"Sure, I spoke to her answering machine."
Lynn Sr. paced. "I'm only doing this once, so she'd better show."
"Relax, she'll make it." His friend assured.
A few minutes later, Lynn heard cheers and whistling from outside. His patience had finally paid off, his brow nearly full of sweat.
The female stripper entered smiling.
"Hi, boys!"
Lynn Sr. produced a sigh of relief. The bachelor party could begin.