The height was about right though. I tried to slip closer to them but the crowd was too thick. I wormed my way closer, trying not to create too much c...mmotion as I did. I didn't want to spook him, if that was indeed him. At the same time I didn't want to be arriving too late either.Shit. They were leaving. And the side door too. Now I hurried. Story of my damn life lately, shoving my way through dance crowds. This time I was going to get him.I came through the doorway loaded for bear. There. I’m surprised he came by after sending the goons to kill me. Maybe he doesn’t know that I know.“I am down four of my fighters,” Coach Marcos pleads. as dad and I look at each other knowingly. “If I don’t get another fighter that can win, I am going to have to forfeit the competition, which will hurt my business.”“My son fight to protect his family and friends, not for competition,” dad explains. “But I will leave that decision up to him,” dad finishes as I shake my head no. I don’t want. I rubbed my face on her melons without removing her bra.I pulled her hands up she was dying and looking my lust for her in my eyes. I licked her finger and slowly came to her armpit. She was shivering like a trapped fish. As a started licking her armpit she became mad. Her both armpit was wet by my saliva and room was full by smell of her love juice. I rolled her on the bed and climbed on her neck. I removed my t shirt.Now she was crushed in between me and bed. I removed her hair from her neck. Immediately following the announcement, the band resumed playing. This time the music had a lively Latin beat. I finished my coffee, stood up and looked at Lynn as I spoke."Rumba, my dear?" I asked, extending my hand to her.Lynn took my hand as we once again made our way out onto the dance floor. The music was loud and lively. You could actually feel the pulse of the music in the vibrations of the old floor boards beneath your feet. Lynn and I joined hands and began to dance the Rumba along.