It was one of those nights where my wife and I went to happy hour in the afternoon. By 8 p.m. we were pretty tipsy. We were on our way back home and took a detour to avoid the traffic. There was a strip connection along the detour. My wife egged me on about going to the strip joint, thinking it would be adventurous for both of us. I always complained about me and her being perverts and doing wild things. She wanted to prove that she wasn't a prude...