As she turned I saw the flush on her face and raised resperation, and maybe a throbing vein in her throat. Was she actually turned on by this?“I'm n...t going to tell anyone, if you don't” said with a smile. “And if you want to talk later I am willing to listen, OK?”She nodded.“I think its time for you to go to your own room.”“Yes I think so” She said and stood up. “You really wont tell anyone?”“I really wont” again with my most reassuring smile.Last thing she said under her breath as she left. ”“I’m not making any decisions based on them,” I told her. “If I leave, it’ll be because I have a better offer somewhere else.”I was starting to calm down some, but I still desperately wanted to go door to door and punch out whoever answered at each house, just to make them aware how I feel about them.“They honestly meant well,” she told me, sheepishly.“They failed,” I said bluntly, and probably a little harshly.I was in no mood to be charitable about how I felt about the neighbors.“Give me a. The opposite wall displayed several large photographs of extreme close ups of human legs and torsos in various dance movements. Maggie determined the loud rock music was coming from a room on the other side of the wall. A dance class, no doubt. She thought she’d take a sneak peek and see what the dance studio had to offer. The room was immense with a light pine wood floor and a wall of mirrors on the opposite side. A stereo unit on her left blared the song “What a Feeling” while a slender. ”“Not a chance,” Darren said not sure if she was serious or joking.“Oh come on you have a big bed,” she argued. “There’s more than enough room for both of us. You won’t even know that I’m here.”“No,” He said sternly. “I don’t want you in my bed. Not to mention I’m an adult and you’re still a kid.”“I’m twelve,” she said feeling hurt. “I’m not a kid. No one ever lets me be an adult even though they expect me to act like one. Don’t you like me Uncle Darren?”“Of course I like you,” Darren said.