“Course. The guy who manages it over here is called Don. I’ll give him your email and see if he can reach out to you. How are your parents?”“T...ey’re fine thanks, still walking through the hills and valleys, fit as always. Yours?”“Yeah, they’re fine. Hey, you going to the reunion next month?” asked Stephany.“I got the email but I can’t afford it. Maybe next year.”“I went to the last one, not many from our year were there. Saw Sandra and Eric, glued to each other as always. Shelly was there but. Andersen stepped into the apartment pushing his way past Brian. He took a look around again like he always did. He stood at a stand still as he looked at Amanda. She was bending over on the newly placed kitchen table. Her shorts were barely covering her ass cheeks. Brian coughed loudly to get her attention. She turned around then finished up the order. Amanda stood there staring up at the tall man standing just inside the doorway. She didn't look amused. Brian tried to get his landlord's. We had not thought in any way of dancing while removing our clothes.I gave a little shimmy as I lifted my T-shirt to expose my bra. There were a couple of Oh’s and Ah’s. I tried to smile at the audience sitting in front of me. All I could see however were shadowy figures due to the bright glare of two lights that shone down from a gantry on the ceiling.I lifted my T-shirt entirely off and threw it almost carelessly to one side. I had been on stage perhaps less than a minute. I had decided to. Ms. Miller asked if I needed relief, and I said no. She had me demonstrate several drum strokes in front of the class, and had me play one of the rhythms I'd learned last week. The rest of the class was exactly like it always is, except that I was in front of the class instead of second row from the back. Even when class let out, and I had to go back into the hall, things weren't that bad. I mean, the shimmying and hopping and turning around were all terribly embarrassing, but nothing like what.