|- it’s a Friday night. jj and John B walk into a strip club, not for what you think, they want to pick up money, just scrap money laying around, on stage is a dancer finshing a dance, another familiar figure coming on in fishnets, black thong and a black diamonte bra thing, it’s you, a quiet girl, says what she thinks, dancing, in a strip club, John b laughs and jj looks dumbfounded-|