But this was different.The Valentine's Day dance was less than a week away and she hadn't been asked. Oh, she'd been asked by most of the jocks in the...senior class, all of whom anticipated spending a dance or two before suggesting that "We get out of here." That was the code phrase for "Let's go somewhere and fuck." But she hadn't been asked by the one person she wanted to go with.A couple of months ago, she would have taken her time and sorted through them, picking the one she thought would be. All three were watching her. She had been sitting on a blanket with Carl, not too close, she had been carrying her end of the conversation. It was time that her new date got a look at her in a bikini, which she had been careful not to show her mother.It was wildly colored, with a red and purple and black motif running through it, and bordered in white lace, which made the ensemble appear more like panties and bra than a swimsuit.As the robe dropped and her leggy body came in sight, Carl stared. Helen said, "And besides singing, she's a comedienne, too. Dan, try to get the Hardesty's. I'll bring the judge. Even if he don't like banjo music."Cindy chirped brightly, "The judge is Mizz Helen's boyfriend." Ooohhhh," said the lady. "That's nice! Anyway, I'm going to drag my old goat home. I hope you play this weekend!" G'nite!" Cindy said as they exited.After they left, I said, "Cindy, Mizz Sara wants to know if you want to work for her Monday and Tuesday of next week."Squeal! "She does?. She didn’t like it when her profession was degraded and she couldn’t understand why she said such a stupid thing. She just wasn’t thinking. Kevin seemed to brush it off so she let it drop, too. The meal was excellent and dessert came and went. The rest of the evening would be devoted to mingling and dancing. Kevin continued to chat with Rachel and his friends and felt no need to leave the table. Rachel felt the same way, but for different reasons. She had no friends, close or otherwise, from.