I had each lady sit on their frame while I held them up, then I had them push against the pressure of my hand on the handlebar until I let go so that ...hey would get a feel for how much it takes to make counter steering work, and how much is too much. It really doesn’t take all that much pressure to exact a great deal of change in your line.We tried it a few times in the grass, and then we moved on to the road. At each turn, I had them try to counter steer, and they soon figured out that too. A couple of dances later we sat back down and Mark got some drinks we chatted some more.Suddenly he took my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I wasn’t prepared for that but followed, just as we got four or five dances moves into the song the DJ cut in and said, “This song goes out to Hayley and Frank Congrats,” and on came a slow song.I just stood there and didn’t know what to do. Mark decided for me as he stepped in and put his hands on my hips what else could I do my arms went to his. "Chris," he heard, the voice like honey, sweet, enticing, "Chris."His head turned towards the sound, but he could see no one about. Hechalked it up to his imagination and kicked a pebble out into theabandoned street, his head low."Chris," the voice called again, and again Chris turned to search forwhat seemed like such a heartrending cry for his attention. Seeingnothing for a second time, he sighed and was about to look back down tothe cracked cement sidewalk when his eyes caught the pale ivory. She'd anticipated just this reaction from her newest concubine mother, indeed wanted it. Melodie's attitude up to now was still too Earth-centric, and needed to be dragged into that of a proper Diaspora concubine mother's. Penny Deschenes, for example, had cheered on her daughter, thinking the performance cute."I gave her permission," Samantha advised the outraged mother, her voice dangerously even."But she didn't have MY permission!" Melodie protested."Oh?" Samantha got right in her face, "Who.