Dana squeezed his arm and whispered for him to calm down. XXX It was shaping up to be a profitable night for Dana after all. May I call you Manager? It was in an old building just off the state highway. However, he was secretly thrilled that if Dana danced, he was not going to be forced to give up his lawn mowing money to pay these guys for their help. If so, it meant that she’d soon be the target of this group’s prurient interest. Manager/Buck, I am sure some kind of entertainment can be arranged for you right after we have taken care of my vehicle. He yelled “stop!”.
