"Do you want to dance?" I asked Jen."Yes!" she replied. We danced a couple of songs until Bess waved to us pointing that there were chairs for us so w... went and sat with them. We were almost yelling to each other to hear what the other was saying because it was loud.The first slow song that we heard, I asked Sue to dance. I loved slow dancing with her. There was something so romantic about slow dancing with her it was irresistible to me. While we were dancing, it seemed as though I was falling. The Gulf was nice to look at, but it didn't put groceries on the table.The first town we came to on our trip north was a revelation. These people depended on fish for their livelihood, and they spent a lot of time in boats. We landlubbers stood out like a sore thumb. It was obvious that we were going to have to move inland a bit to find our kind of people. We decided that we should change our original plan and head up toward San Antonio and more nearly into Central Texas.This land was not quite. She put up with my playing around and then got back to her story.“It was fun to see him trying to show off to all his friends. I would sit there while his turn came and every time he would roll his ball I would part my legs a little so that when he turned around he had a nice shot up my skirt! I think it started to get to him because pretty soon he wasn’t doing so well.”In between his turns he would sit next to me and tell me how hot I looked. He said the other guys kept making comments about. "Come on, I've got a cup of hot cocoa with your name on it in my room," she says with a smile.Maddy sits up, shooting her first smile in hours. Her sister has always been there for her and always knows how to make her happy. The two of them head over the Brittany's room, which is across the hall. They both sit down on her bed and sip on their hot chocolate.They talk for hours, sipping on their chocolate and laughing.The night grows old as the two sisters continue to chat and laugh about life..