“I love dancing,” she replied.“But you’re not dancing.”“No, because you haven’t asked me yet.”“Huh?” I thought. “So, would you l...ke to dance?”“I'd love to,” she got up. I put down my beer, took her hand, and led her to the dance floor.“I’m Rick,” I said as the music started. “Hi, Rick. I’m Bobbie,” she replied.“She’s a good dancer,” I thought. When the song ended, she made no move to go back and sit, so we danced again. The third song was slow, and again she made no move to leave the floor. I. She wondered if he was better than Donavon, if his cock was bigger, or if he could please her.JT held her closer, put her into a twirl, and several backbends. His hands traveled her back, but not in a sexual manner.She could tell by his demeanor and his attitude, he was trying to seduce her. The rumblings in her stomach, the rapid beating of her heart, and the warmth filling her body gave her a tingling sensation.Their conversation was about daily events and background information about each of. “Don’t worry. If you’re super nice to me, I might want to do it again.” “What do I have to do?” I asked. She jabbed me with an elbow, so I switched topics. “You know, I like how you talk more openly now. And dirty.” “Like a whore?” she said. “What? No, like adults,” I said. “Your parents really fucked you up.” “Yeah, well, now we both know just how much.” She meant her fetish. Or her former fetish. “You sure you don’t know what...” I started. “I have no idea, honey.” “I’d give anything if it. ”I whispered in Sammy’s ear, “Can we leave now?”As we waited outside Sammy held my hand and said, “I am so sorry about what happened in there. If I had known that would happen I wouldn’t have asked you to go with me. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”I looked at our hands and smiled then said, “I’ve always wanted a sister I could hold hands with and talk to like this. And no I’m not hurt. I’m fine.” In the distance, I heard some barking. I flinched, “Can we go someplace high up that dogs can’t.