LaRock - Daddy, Daddy, Please Come Home!

LaRock was a projectionist at the burlesk theater where I stripped in Syracuse, New York. LaRock was his last name. I do not even know what his first name was. I am not sure if I knew it then. He was a really nice person.

Some people would say he was a nerd. I would say he was just - nice. He wore glasses and regular clothes which could be considered nerdy. He was average looking - not reaally good looking - but not really ugly either.

He was a hard worker, saved his money, bought a new truck, and worked extra hours as a janitor at the theater.

I always respected him because he never once made a pass at me. My feelings of respect would have been destroyed if he had. I can look back now and know that he was just a regular, young guy wanting to get by and save for the future.

My kids liked LaRock. He would come in the dressing room and play games with them. They thought he was really nice.

But my kids were pranksters like their mother. Whenever I would play a joke on someone, they would know exactly when to chime in or stay out of it without being told.

When I was not on the stage, I looked like a "plain-jane". Anybody that saw me walking around with my kids, would never have guessed I was a stripper who took her kids to work with her.

One day we were walking to the theater and saw LaRock standing in the front entrance. It was rush hour, so the traffic was tremendous. The cars were whizzing by. There was a stop light in front of the theater; so regular people that had to stop would sometimes look at the pornographic theater with the naked girls and shake their heads.

We walked up to LaRock; and I started hollering hysterically, "Honey! Please come home! Me and the kids need you! Quit hangin' around places like this! Please come home!"

The traffic was backed up looking at the scene I was creating. People were shaking their heads.

To make matters worse for LaRock, my kids took the hint and chimed in, "Daddy! Daddy! Please come home!" as they both tugged on each side of him. LaRock was so embarrassed; but he did not get mad. We just kept it up.

Like I said, LaRock was a nice guy. This incident proved it.