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Perhaps I did have guardian angel—I can’t explain what happened any other way. I was going along at the bar, flaunting my t**s at the customers. It really hadn’t been such a big deal baring my breasts. Nice looking as they were, I kind of liked showing them off. They were certainly as good as any of the dancers, full, round and bouncy. That’s what the customers seemed to like best. I got lots of suggestions from my fans that I try the stage myself, but I couldn’t quite move the way those girls did, and I was making good money parading my wares just as they were. I still got plenty of attention, fanny pinches and hands reaching out to grab my flesh. But after a few months on the job, I was pretty experienced handling the rascally ones. It was only a few that really got to me, usually the o