I spun around on my stool and surveyed the place. Lots of people there, it was bigger than it looked from the outside. After a few moments of gatherin... my nerve I made way to the dance floor. I easily picked up the beat and began to sway my hips. The floor was crowded and I kept bumping into people. No one minded, I guess they were used to it. I was lost in the music, and the drink I had went straight to my head. I felt someone consistently bumping against me from behind, so I thought I’d play. And I got whole story behind these trips and why mu father wanted us to come here, but I couldn't understand why his standing back and not come here. Next stope nothing happened but when everyone fully observed their around and got some knowledge about others . I felt some one standing half behind me because I could feel his leg just stick to me and won't go away by bus movement. I didn't want to believe his a m*****er but after few minutes he start to touch me . I didn't even look at him I. ”I felt a bit relieved because Mum had never actually spelled out what her rules were for Tara’s clothing and I’d only been guessing.“I was going to send her to school tomorrow in the same outfit she wore for dinner yesterday but now I’m not sure.”Mum bit her bottom lip and now I had lost-mum back. “I want to control what she wears but I don’t want her to be humiliated and bullied because I sent her to school in something ugly.”Mum was looking away from us, staring off into space. “I never got. She thinks if we had just stayed home then everything would be alright and we would be safe. Now she has convinced herself that the only way she can be safe is to be close to you," Cherie concluded between loud sobs.After that the poor mother just cried herself out, again, against Bill's chest. Bill thought about the problem. He also thought about something his dead wife had told him once in anger. Women want to tell someone what is wrong. Men are always trying to fix whatever the problem is.