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Paige nodded her head in understanding.  She collected the pregnancy tests and walked with Drew back toward the stage, she shoved the tests deep into a trash can, knowing no one would know whose it belonged to, nor would anyone willingly dig through the garbage can to find it.  They returned to rehearsal and did their routines, just at a slower and more relaxed pace - even to the aggravation of everyone else on the team.

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Wilson sighed as he climbed off the center-stage, he was wearing just a G-String, that really hid nothing from one's imagination.  Everything he had to offer was pretty much on display in the dimly lit strip club.  He headed over to the bar and was handed a black-silk robe to cover up some parts of himself, for modesty's sake.  He ordered a seltzer water with some lemon and lime in it and then sat down in a more well-lit area.

His eyes moved across the club, looking for any of his well-tipping regulars.  Things had been slow these past couple nights which was typically a good thing, but not when cash was a little tight at the middle of the month.  He had made out pretty decently tonight though, which a bunch of sorority girls coming in to celebrate one of their friends birthday's but that party had left about an hour ago, and now it was just drunken women and men, ogling and trying to feel Wilson up whenever they thought they could get away with it.

Wilson sighed into his drink, sometimes he hated his job, and yet... He still wouldn't quit, not until he was told that he was 'past his prime' and could no longer properly preform, but he doubted that would happen for at least another five years - He was still young, and young looking, he worked out regularly to keep himself in shape, and he had moves that no one else could copy or even try to copy.  It put a smile on his face, or... Maybe it was the familiar face of someone he couldn't stop thinking of the past couple months that just so happened to walk into the club.