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(This short-short story was written on the fly during a chat about June Adler, creating a backstory for her.  I felt that it is best to show this unedited and unexpanded to provide an insight into the way my creative process works.)

June was working as an exotic dancer, it's degrading work at times, especially when the customers are drunk and obnoxious, but it pays the bills, and until the job market opens up for Chemical Engineers, it helps pay off those obnoxious student loans. She used to think it was wild showing off her body to strangers, but after the first two weeks it became just another job; nobody here really cares how well she dances, nobody cares about her smile, all they want to see are tits and ass. She felt her soul withering away little by little, day after mind-numbing day, at least, until ... him.

This eagle was different from the usual clientèle, first of all, he didn't drink much, after the two drink minimum, it was always Shirley Temples and Arnold Palmers, consumed without any hint of shame. Also he actually looked at the girls, really looked at them, actual eye contact, not just ogling their bodies. And he talked to them, it seemed he was honestly interested in their stories, from the girl dancing to pay her way through Medical School, to the jaded older woman who's here because it's all she knows how to do, he listens to everyone, and never judges. He's also open with advice, really useful stuff, from good treatments for 'pole rash,' suggestions on music selections for dance routines, he's always trying to be helpful. He even helped that one girl with her Calculus homework, even though the manager made him pay for a 'lap dance' before he let her sit down and work with him. Oh he wasn't some sort of saint, far from it, he ordered his share of table dances and such, but he made sure the girl was in the mood for it before buying the dance. There was no doubt he was a pervert like the rest of the customers, well, not entirely like the rest, he could probably be best called a Gentleman Pervert. As the days stretched into weeks, and the weeks into months, he became a welcome addition to the club scene, just by being there, he made dancing fun again.

He made it a point to show up on every girl's birthday, and paid for two hours of 'private dance' time with her, and they spent that time in the private room doing whatever SHE wanted; Jigsaw puzzles, board games, watching a DVD; even if she just wanted a rest, he'd let her nap on the bed while he sat next to it reading a book. Some girls wanted to try more traditional back room actions with him, and he was more than happy to help them out there, a Gentleman Pervert is still a Pervert. He came off so much like a friendly, if pervy, uncle, when he first offered to marry June, she laughed it off as a practical joke, but he had the patience to explain himself fully afterwards, and after all that how could she say anything other than yes?