"I'm not going to court. Can't you send a representative?"
Mr. Welche sighs over the phone.
"You're the one being sued Mr. Etton," he says for the third time. "You need to be there and if all
goes well, you'll just have to set up a few more safety parameters at the club downtown."
Downtown. This didn't happen to my first and main club. The lawsuit was made for the one next
to the college campus. Obviously. Only a college girl would be stupid enough to impersonate
one of my dancers on a dare. A small pang of guilt hits me. She was stupid. Her friends were
stupid. They all were, but she still got raped. No one should go through that, stupid or not. I've
been trying to keep this out of the press as best I can, not wanting my students to bring this up in
class more than anything.
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