Going to a male revue was Sasha's idea. She said it would give us something to do besides sit around and it did. We all got a little too crazy, a little too drunk, a little too turned on by the men dancing around us. The next day, I put the night behind me, promising never to speak of it again. Then my mom introduced me to her fiancé's son, who just happened to resemble the most popular dancer at the club. And the look on his face said he remembered exactly who I was.