The Low Down On Las Vegas Escorts.

I had arranged for the boys to visit a gentlemen’s club, and to show my intention to split once I got things set up, I ordered two pieces of Key lime pie to take back to my room. When we got to the venue, I got the boys set up and headed back to the safety and sanctuary of my hotel. Oddly, I felt like a good dad. I knew the owner of the club, and nothing untoward would be happening in there. I had also arranged to pick up most of the tab, so I knew the boys would eventually run out of money. Sunday morning, we met to watch the Bears game before our flights home.
…
I have one more unmarried son, Matt. I hope I don’t run out of money before he gets married. Or, worse yet, gentlemen’s club connections.

See the full article from “Chicago Tribune”