"I am twelve years old! I do not dance, especially with men as old as however old you are!" I retorted indignantly, my gaze darting around the room un...omfortably. Something was making my spidey sense go crazy and I wanted nothing better than to get back to my dream about dragons chasing me down the soccer field, spitting fire at me. "What the hell is going on?"Lars put his hat back on and took my hand, spinning me about and into the first steps of a dance. It should have been ridiculous, us. _Confiscated from drug dealer. We used it occasionally for a safe house. It has been empty for about two years. There is a cleaning service comes in twice a week, but please don’t abuse the place. I’ll have to account for damage, and I WILL come looking for you if that happens._Can I offer Josh and Louise a room? I asked._Your house – up to you – but re-read my last. If you do, charge nominal rent, what they pay at the dorms. That will give you more income. Obviously do not charge. It was a sticky situation, no doubt about it. She had jumped on the situation without a thought for what it would do. She thought it was just a bit of fun. She knew he enjoyed it, but she never once considered that it would ever be anything more than that.The fates, situation, whatever, conspired to make it more involved, more difficult than a bit of fun. She really hadn't meant to forget the solvent and was probably a bit harsh expecting him to go to work in the guise of a woman. She hadn't. It was a beautiful day again, and "she" hadn't "blown up" as Harper had predicted. This side of the island was open to the Southern Ocean, but instead of the crashing rollers, the sea was heaving in a long swell and flopping against the cliffs to rebound and collide with the next incoming wave.I optimistically threw in my line and sat down to wait for a bite. Behind me I could hear an occasional chink chink of mother's geological hammer.I felt at peace, and thoroughly virtuous because I hadn't.