January 7, 2008

I danced around to the music, my arms flailing and my hair flying in every direction. Today was a great day. Oh yea! I launched myself onto my bed, and quickly rolled onto my back, strumming my fingers against the invisible guitar laying across my stomach. I slid slowly down the bed, my knees hitting the ground, before throwing my head in ever direction, my fingers strumming faster.
"Susan! I can hardly hear the TV! Turn it down!"
I ignored my sister, and kept playing my song. I was gonna be a famous singer and musician one day and have Connor Speal as my perfect boyfriend! Ah, he is the most perfect boy in the whole, wide world. And today is the day that he will notice me and fall in love with me. I can see it now.
"Susan! Turn it off or I’m gonna tell mom!"
Me, arriving at his birthday party tonight fashionably late in my cutest outfit...oh no...
I stopped strumming the guitar and sat up straight. Jumping to my feet, I raced to my closet.
"What is my perfect outfit?" I wailed out loud. What was I going to do? My life was over! Without this outfit, my dream can never be realized! Oh, my tight pink shirt with the cute panda on it. It was perfect! It would show off all of my perfect curves and Connor would realize that I was the prettiest girl in the world!
Pulling the tight shirt over my head, I possed in front of my mirror.
Hm...My womanly curves had not magically blossomed yet, even in my most timely need! Improvise! Ha! I used Mrs. Saun’s vocabulary word! I am officially the smartest and prettiest girl in the world now! Improvise! Improvise! No can resist me now! Grabbing a hand full of tissues, I shoved them into my shirt.
If only I had a bra...ugh...if only mother could understand the need a growing woman...well...needs!
I chewed at my lip. My chest looked lopsided. Hm...maybe if I ass some more to the left side. There!
I stuck a sexy pose and pushed my lips out. That’s what sexy people do. I fluttered my eyelashes and looked down at my beautiful and perfect body. My chest looked a little lumpy, but oh well. Connor would look past that and just see the perfectness of me. I pouted again.
Lippygloss! That’s what I needed! The perfect kiss can not be completed without lippy gloss! The only thing now was should I use grape or cherry flavored. Hmmm.....

Chrissy Faye



I danced around to the music.
It was hard to tell when to take your shirt off; not as hard though to figure out when you needed to dip down,
lick your lips, or even do a split. That was all music.
But taking your shirt off was like the best part of the show. You didn't do it too early or you'd be too easy; take it off too late
and your were a prude. You had to get it right at the spot when all the people thought you were theirs. You had to do it when
everyone thought you were dancing for them.
People think its an easy thing to be a stripper but it is one of the hardest of all things.
You gotta make the room fall in love with you, and you gotta take the heat when all that love goes away outside.
"Grandma, enough. You were never a stripper in Chicago, and you just don't tell people that! Get in your chair, I'm taking you to your
room."
"Eh, be quiet cheek. You got tramp blood in your veins I don't care what schmoe knows it."
Betty turned to a rickety old man.
"And that includes you hot stuff."
"Grandma! Good God, what is your problem. Get in this chair now before I call your nurse."
"I'm going warden. Get off my arm."
Betty got up from the couch and shuffled to the wheel chair.
"There happy cheek?"
"No grandma I'm not. Why would you ever tell those kind of stories to men at this place?"
"Well I wasn't going to tell them to your brother now was I?"
"Grandma, your stories are about strippers! I would hope you'd keep them in your own perverted mind."
"I have you know that Jerry Thompson loves my stories and asks me to repeat them frequently."
"Well thats just gross."


Kay Greenfield