...get on with it." Her face was a picture as she grinned and winked at me."Ok, I'll....ahem (cough)....ring you later." I gulped as Marie cupped my b...llocks from behind.Still grinning Debra gave me a little wave then turned to leave.As she turned the handle she stopped dead in her tracks."But.....Marie's car is on the drive." She slowly exhaled as she turned to face me; her face suddenly breaking into a mischievous grin. Not knowing what to say I pulled a face like a naughty schoolboy who'd. Claire said, “You have no idea.”Everybody chuckled at that, breaking the tension a bit.“So, Charles how long have you been dancing, exactly?”“A little less than fifteen months, Carrie.”“And that’s when you met Claire — at a Cotillion — wasn’t it?”“Yes, it was at the Bradshaw Family Cotillion, in Columbus, Ohio; I still remember the moment I met Claire, as though it was yesterday.”“So, what did you say to her?”“After Jimmy Bradshaw — he’s the gentleman who runs the operations and teaches — after. He was more knowledgeable about music than just about anyone I knew. He too found it quite impressive that a song I had penned was getting airplay on the radio. The seats we were given were quite good. The record company had put us right up front and it felt real cool to be wearing my backstage pass around my neck. I felt like a teenager again, sitting there waiting to be awed by a performer on stage. Looking around at the audience, I could see that her fans came in all colors, sizes and ages.. She showed me how to run the register, how to take checks and debit/charge cards. She had shown me where the batteries for the toys were and handed me a know all guide for the toys. She told me to read it and get to learn how to use all the toys. I could take the toys out of the package, to feel and to see how it works. When a customer buys a toy that needs batteries, we would put in new batteries to show that it worked.Kelli then had told me about the party supplies and the clothing. She.