She moved her hips in time to the music, her arms lifting up, fingertips running up one arm, and then the other, along her shoulders, across her throa... and back behind her head, lifting her hair up. Then she would do it all again, very slowly to the rhythm of the song. The breeze moved the light material of the cover up and her hair, making it a graceful dance, swirling, so lovely to see. He was moved to walk towards her now, but he didn't want to break the spell. Waiting, watching, finally the. “Get your ass in here.” I finally said.He turned to me and smiled. “Thanks man.”We went into my bedroom and sat down. I gave him my big old comfy chair and sat on my bed, cross-legged.I scratched my nose while I tried to think. I really didn’t know what to say. He looked every bit as uncomfortable.His eyes roamed the room, as if he were trying to think of something to say. I chewed on my lip while I decided how much to tell him, how far into my defenses I wanted to let him slip…I finally. She was scared now, not her face, not her face! She turned away quickly, her face against the pillow. He laughed at her and proceeded to drip more of the hot wax onto her arms, then her legs, on her tummy, down the side which made her squeal. It burned; it hurt, but just enough. Not too much. He extinguished the flame and returned to her. He peeled the wax from her tummy, the feeling from this action was strange but felt good. He peeled it from her breasts, from her legs, sometimes pulling at. “For tonight or for driving?” I asked.“I think we know what tonight is!” Josie giggled. “My sweetie wants to get in a family way! I meant for driving.”“We’ll drive to Seattle tomorrow, spend Saturday there, and then drive east. We’ll have lunch with Julia in Idaho, and then stop in Billings, Montana for a night, and then head to Minneapolis. We’ll spend Tuesday there and then head back to Chicago.”“Who rides with whom?” Jennifer asked.“I’ll leave that to the three of you to sort out,” I said..