It was located on a quiet residential street in a good part of the town. Louise worked hard to keep it clean and looking nice. Many parents over the ...ears had come visiting, wanting to inspect the place their sons were living. Louise had always taken care to impress upon them that there were strict rules while living in her house. No loud parties or overnight guests were allowed (well, almost none). Rent was paid on time, and the young men were expected to study and keep their grades up. Over. She smiled at me. ‘Thanks.’ I was momentarily stunned by the force of that smile, and before I could respond the lecture started. Over the next few weeks I got the same smile every time she passed me on the way to her seat. It didn’t mean a lot, though, since she treated everyone she saw with the same friendly courtesy. It was interesting to watch: the sorority social climbers were constantly trying to get her to join their competing cliques, and she just smiled and treated them the same way. “Think I’d bottle out of it?” she said as she moved onto her knees in front of him, “Not bloody likely” she finished with before stuffing it back into her mouth.So engrossed with trying to get the shaft all the way down her throat, she didn’t notice the doorbell ring. When I opened the door, stood there was my (not so) little surprise for my girlfriend. He introduced himself as Joe and I told him the plan.I went back into the lounge where she was still on her knees cramming Mr Nine into her. " Okay, I'll see what I can do."He pushes forward and I step backward, following his lead. Step, step,step, rest, step, step, step, rest. He's not horrible. I'm helping a lot.He only steps on my foot twice, and then gets into the groove of it. Ihave to smile, in spite of myself.I don't want to like him. I have no reason to like him, but dancing likethis, me depending on him to take the right steps, the fact we need towork together or be punished, I find myself not angry at him. Hisphysical.