The voice over continues…

“But there is more in store for her. I first met her when she was dancing on stage…“ Morgan Freeman continues.

“Wait?! What!?” You say as the world dissolves about your. The sun is replaced by a blindingly bright spotlight. There is a loud bass beat the thrums like a heart beat. You’re swaying your wide hips to this beat, dancing slowly, sensually, every motion poised and erotic.

“In a skimpy cowgirl outfit. Toy pop guns slung in pink plastic holsters on her sexy hips. Cutoff denim shorts so high they were almost crotch less.” Your clothes change and your hips widen.

“She was in cowboy boots and spurs. A cowboy hat on her head and a rustlers bandana about her neck. Tiny tassels covered her pert little nipples. And she was swinging a golden lasso above her head…” every word of it became true.

“I can tell you, every eye in that strip club was on her…” your unwanted narrator says much to your dismay. Your hand