After parking the car we made our way into the dance studio. Indian Sex Lynn and I moved easily to the rhythm of the music coming from the portable stereo. It was fun dancing with her as her moves were always light and fluid. I just felt I needed one last dance. Hopefully, I would be able to catch her on the way down. The hotel was really quite old and I could not help but think that it was not often that you see rooms this ornate these days. I left the banquet room in search of a relatively quiet place to make the call to John. Prior to this time, my idea of dance was something you did at weddings after a few drinks. “Rumba, my dear?” I asked softly. Just as I was about to join her, I could feel my cell phone vibrate. It was basically the usual canned speech about how good we all look, how proud they are of us, how far we have all come, that sort of thing. When their talk was over they followed it with a demonstration of the various dances while the music played in the background. Immediately following the announcement, the band resumed playing. She really did look that hot. She
