Joe noticed me bringing a bottle of wine with me. He asked, "Is that all for you, or should I bring glass?" I shrugged my shoulders as he grabbed another glass and followed me back to the bench. When we sat down, Joe picked the conversation up right where we left off. "So, Becky...I hope you don't judge me and throw my business out there for everyone to know. I own a club that requires me to be there while it's open. Then when it closes, I have to do payouts and bank deposits. I do this nightly, which doesn't leave much time for anything else. Hence the being single, crazy hours, and quiet home life."I thought, 'This makes so much sense.' I topped my glass off with more wine, contemplating my next question. "So, is it like a dance club?" Jo laughed, "Yeah. Something like that." I was confused. Why did he laugh and not answer the question? Was he hiding something? I decided to push more, "Is it a secret club, or are you afraid of being judged?" Again, Joe stared into my eyes, no blink
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