When Reality Fades ....

      ‘ i know you’re shitting me. but. have you considered a job with a label? ‘cause you’re basically better at merchandising than they are. trust me — i’ve seen some of the shirt designs they come up with. ‘

           “ Well, I did collect some memorabilia throughout my adolescence.               I had such a huge crush oh -- uh --- No I never thought about a job              with a label. I like where I am now. Good hours, good money, good              people. But I appreciate the encouragement. “ 

        ‘ because how many people could say they touched mozart’s butt. i mean really. the bragging rights. ‘

       “ You’re right, those would be some insane bragging rights.           I would also consider merchandise. A t-shirt, a throw pillow.           Maybe bedazzle a pair of jeans on your own butt to read           ‘I touched Mozart’s’.”            

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           “ The last time someone told me I could touch them it was a set up. For what, we will not discuss.                Really? You’d go for Mozart’s butt? .... Why ? “ 

"Magic what?” A brow rose in Jenna’s direction. “I am guessin’ that is stripper.” 

“ Now you’re making me feel like the ultimate sloth.  But I’m perfectly okay with this.”  Maybe she’d consider going out for a run. A walk would be a better idea. Yes, baby steps seemed like the most logical way to go.  “ It’s a stripper movie, yeah. With Channing Tatum and no I do not have the DVDs hiding under my bed. Please.” He didn’t ask, but there was her guilty answer about it as she just raised her brow, sipping her drink. 

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Butt grabs / thigh squeezes

“’Less ya want me ta fall on my face, let’s save the stripper dancin’ for the professionals. I mean all I would have to do is just walk in ya bed room in my leather boots and jacket and ya already got a good show.” He was teasing of course. 

     “ Exercise was never my thing. My idea of a work out is me getting up from the couch and going to the fridge. It’s worked out great so far.” she’d pat her stomach with her own laugh.  “You know weight really comes off when you’re running away from responsibilities.” She could make all the jokes she wanted, but that didn’t mean they were too far from the truth. Jenna’s hands covered her face. “ I still have a very, very bad image in my head that I admit is not sexy at all, just taking me back to when I thought it was a great idea to have a girls night out by going to see Magic Mike."