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"I've found you at last."
"Well, seeing as I'm doing a lap-dance on you, I don't know how you could miss me!"
"That's not what I mean, and you know it." The red-haired man groaned. "Can't you stop for a moment and talk to me?"
"I'd get fired!" The slender dark-haired young man pouted. "I'm paid to dance, not talk.
" He gave a significant look at his tight white sailor's trousers and the money sticking out of the buttoned-up front flap.
The red-haired man stuffed money in the sailor's trousers. "I was Sir Francis Drake!"
"Oh, isn't that just ducky for you." The lap-dancer giggled and got up. "I made a wee, little joke there."
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