Public Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: A Stripper finds herself repenting to a Nun in a lowly subway car!
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Why is she looking at me?
Can she tell? Can she see through my coat and know what I wear beneath it?
No, it's impossible.
But is it?
Gosh I sure hope it's my imagination.
But there she did it again. Yes I am sure of it now. She's judging me, I just know it.
What makes her so much better? That she can sit smugly in an empty subway car looking down at me.
I'm just as good as she is!
No, not really.
She's a Nun, a woman of the faith.
Still how can she tell I just got off work?
Is the smell of smoke and alcohol that strong?
It must be, she couldn't possibly see my outfit beneath these cloths.
But she knows, I just know it. The way she keeps looking at me from time to time, with that look of lowly pity.....and disgust.
Well what the hell does she want from me? Not everyone can be as good as she is! Not every one can be righteous and sinless. I have to pay the bills somehow.
Besides, what's it too her that I do what I do? She doesn't know the hours I put in the gym, toning my body to perfection. She doesn't know how it's like performing before a bunch of salivating men. Its hard work. Why should she care what its all for?
But she does care. She surely pity's me for using my body and not my mind. How loving of her. But that's where her love ends, I'm sure of it.
In her eyes I'm nothing but a snake, a heathen snake. She's seen right through my thick coat, into my soul and seen the stripper inside.
But what does she want me to do about it? Take off my coat? Reveal who I am with out shame? I have no shame. So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.
Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already knows who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must be thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am.