Do I really need a reason?’ The way she was staring at me, I half-expected her to decline. But to my surprise, Jean sighed, saying, ‘Come on, then...’ It was a slow song, and so, finding some space on the floor, I drew her in, placing my hand on her waist and did that classic dance that involved nothing but circling, made for people like me who had no idea how to dance. We moved slowly, just me and her. I had expected for it to feel awkward, having never danced, not even at my prom. But in. We dance, but my thoughts are elsewhere. Michael’s words repeat themselves over and over in my head. Why did Max try to kill me? That was our second time, was it a curse? He apologized before he left and he could have finished me off but he didn’t. I wanted answers. Maybe I should leave and run away... but I want to see him again. It has already been two hours, I could now leave with no questions asked. The song ends and I walk away. Michael doesn’t let go of my hand and decides to follow.. Alan screamed internally. He did NOT want to be dressing up inthis over sexualised attire for the pleasure of a man he'd never met, andyet he could not help himself. Every time he thought about how wrong itwas; how his breasts would be jutting forward, how the tiny g-stringrubbed against his ass, his thoughts were overridden by the command he'dbeen given. Dress appropriately. There was no question that this is whathe thought was appropriate for a young woman to wear, even though hedidn't want. I sighed, she giggled."You do this a lot?" she asked."Only when I can. I'm visiting the city alone, away from family, just a littlethrill to pass the time." I replied."And those?" she asked glancing down again."Just a little dare, I wanted to spice things up a bit." That made her giggleagain."If you're alone, who dared you?" A natural question I guess."I did, I dare myself lots of things, keeps it from getting boring." I wassurprised how open I was being with this total stranger."You'd like.