I thought nothing of it until someone at work organised some dance classes and Lorraine pestered me to sign up. I told her I would, but only if she wo...ld be my partner. I didn't realise what I was letting myself in for...After a few weeks Lorraine asked me over to hers for some extra practice. I jumped at the chance and so one Saturday night I turned up at her flat. We talked over a couple of glasses of wine. And then: "So how about our dance practice?" She put some music on and took my hand.. "She took a step toward him."Not yet she won't...please tell me...did I do something wrong?"He shook his head."No...but I'm about to...damn I'm hardly a saint Ruby...I've had my moments...but I love my family." Nothing wrong about that and what about me makes you say such a thing?"He looked away."When I look at you...I don't see my daughter's best friend, I see a beautiful young woman," he said, "and I think about what I want...and it's not for your ears."She tilted her face."You mean you want. Within moments Clara was nothing but a pantyhose form wearing a lovely pair of navy nylons and matching heels.Picking up the pantyhose form that had until minutes before, been a living woman, Dick began to chuckle; it was a mad, evil laugh. He picked it up to inspect it, and said, "Clara, I'm sure you're upset with me now, but try not to be. I was looking for the most beautiful pair of legs among all the women who showed up today, and they turned out to be yours. Just think, your legs will stay. “It seemed kind of offensive,” I observed.“What you do in Sunny Manor or anywhere with a consenting person is never offensive if you both agreed to the rules beforehand,” Eddie stopped to explain it to me. “Obviously, you aren’t going to walk up to a vanilla woman on the street and call her a cunt, are you?” he asked me.“No, sir,” I answered.“Well, you know that word is offensive in vanilla settings. You know that nigger is offensive too,” Eddie explained. “Here, the women take the word back.