* * * * * * She was naked except for her tiny, luminescent thong… I had never seen a lap dance before, so I grabbed a barstool high up and close to the action. And for the price of single bottle of beer, I got a show I’ll never forget. The beautiful topless dancer spread her bare legs just wide enough to straddle the young man’s lap, lifted her arms gracefully, arched her back and thrust her symmetrically perfect breasts to within an inch of his face. Then she rolled her hips seductively back and forth in time with the music streaming loudly from the overhead speakers.  I took a swig of cold beer and leaned over the small counter for a closer look. The watery-eyed young man, probably no more than twenty-one himself, was in a world all his own. He couldn ’t hear the music and he couldn ’t see the other lap dancers in the dark corners of the room moving their hips in cadence with the percussive rhythm. He wasn ’t aware of the other men all around him, drinking, smoking, shouting, an...