It was around 12:15. As we both know we don’t need to worry about time, we kept talking. Suddenly I saw tears falling on her chicks. She was trying ...ard to hide it. I asked what happened. Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying? Please don’t cry….Even I know why she was crying, I felt bad. I tried to sweep her tears. But more I console her. More she was crying… I don’t know what to do… suddenly she kept her head in my solder and started crying heavily. I didn’t say anything. I understand. If we weren't dancing and someone would ask her to dance she would refuse as if being away from me for just the length of a song would be too long. We stayed until the band shut down and I heard 'last call' just as they do in the movies.Once in the car I asked her where I could take her, she hesitated leaned over, kissed me, and then asked me if I would take her to my place. At first, I was in complete shock and then I remembered I was with a professional and if she was coming home with me for. ’ ‘I think television has desensitized them,’ Shawn answered. ‘I read that somewhere.’ ‘I didn’t think you could use a word like ‘desensitized’ on your own!’ Anna laughed. ‘Ha, ha, very funny. C’mon, it’s break time.’ Anna moved to follow him through the hall, but slipped on the puddle of water. She landed with a thud that made her teeth click. ‘Are you all right?’ Shawn asked, pulling her to her feet. ‘Yeah, I’m fine. This floor is awful! Maybe I should skip break and mop it up.’ ‘You can. “You been playing all your life?” The pro asked me over coffee in the clubhouse.Terry answered for me. “A couple of years ago, this kid came out to the my club. One of his girl friend’s folks is a member. She asked me to give him some instruction so he could play with her dad. He played his first game two years ago and has played only sporadically since. He has played on his school’s golf team two years now and is doing really well as you can see.”“That’s a great story,” the pro said. “I bet.