”He inclines his head, and I can tell he’s thinking deeply. His brow gets a little crease when he does. “I suppose I was too,” he finally says... “May I have this dance?”I could never refuse him anything.“Let’s,” I reply, a little breathless.I have never danced before, and it shows. But he shows great patience, guiding me through the steps. By the third song, I can’t decide what excites me more: the warmth of his hands, the softness in his eyes, or the fact that I could dance without stumbling.We. She was a great fuck though.Now, here I am. I walked into the store. Remember to pick up thenewspaper. I need to focus. I bought two packs of the cigarettes.Marlboro 100s. I know they were the Lights that she had had in herapartment. I need to focus. Job. Do I have a job? Does Jen have a job.Actress. Struggling. She should quit. But her friends think she's good,that she should stick it out. Her teacher, Liz Ferris thinks so too.She has very real talents, when she lets herself show. I was tempted to put my arm around her, but didn't."You don't want to do that, girl," I chuckled. "I'm soaked in sweat." Me too," she said, her voice betraying just how exhausted she was. The girls had been the smart ones. They had dressed in tank tops and shorts with heeled sandals. After all, most of the young girls in the audience would be dressed similarly."I'm soaked to the skin," she said, "and this bra is chafing me." With a time-worn move, she reached behind her back and undid the bra. I had to test it.In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard - definitely shorter. I felt the back of my neck. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better when I.