It was about a month ago, my mother, my brother, my two nephews and I, we all flew down to visit my oldest half-brother, his stripper wife, and my other two nephews. It was my youngest nephews birthday, but it was really just an opportunity for us all to make our Mom happy, I think she really wanted all of her progeny in one place at one time. Kind of crazy, she has only ever begat boys who have begotten boys. Regardless, it was really nice visiting my oldest half-brother and his stripper wife, and I should probably stop calling her his stripper wife. They have, by far and away, the healthiest relationship in my family. It's not like my brother married a random stripper; he was managing the bar she was stripping at, and they fell in love. It was a wild birthday party, they rented out this weird kid's party place that had nothing but inflatable indoor bounce-houses. It is kind of an interesting business model, because you just need a few large indoor rooms with electricity to power the blowers, and a lot of bounce houses. And the party was a really interesting mix; half her stripper co-workers and half parents from their pre-school. I don't know if you have ever seen strippers buy presents for their co-workers kids, but they drop fucking money like nobody else. The gifts they gave were kind of insane. One of her thirsty stripper colleagues would not stop hitting on me and my brother until we all agreed to go to an escape room. She was so nice, and really wild, but I couldn't stop noticing the scars on her hand and wondering what they were from.