However, that threat seemed to be effective against Lisa. Her hands, which had been holding onto the vest tightly, relaxed slightly, but her expression remained unwilling. "Terry, you... you're so mean. You won't even let me keep a little vest?" She spoke with difficulty, her drunken eyes looking pitiful."Didn't you say I was better looking? Why do you still need another man's vest?" he rebuked, forgetting that he was arguing with a drunk person. "They... can dance, unlike you," she grumbled. Terry was exasperated. He said, "How do you know I can't?""Show me, then. I want to see... a strip dance..." she said.He stared at her, then said, "If I dance for you, do you promise you won't think about other men anymore?" "Yes, I promise!" She nodded her little head vigorously. "Okay, but if you go back on your word..." Terry paused briefly before continuing, "Well, it's not like I'd give you a chance to go back on your word anyway." He then started to unbutton his shirt and
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