Desert Pole Dancing II

Pole dancing began as scheduled. My neighbor felt Leaving Las Vegas would be a good CD, guess it worked with the impossibly slippery poles. We tried a few spins, reverses but settled into ballet.
I think leather gloves are in order or grip tape.
Yesterday, she shot a rattlesnake just about ready to strike her dog so she showed me his headless body. Before I knew it 6 bags of snake skins appeared from within her refrigerator. I am so glad I hadn’t eaten breakfast.
Pole dancing in the desert once again demonstrated: Girl, you are not in Las Vegas.

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