"So this will be your last year of teaching?" I asked sadly. Mss Wrightwas one of my favorite teachers.He nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so, hun...we've se... a date for a summerwedding." Ooh," I cooed as I imagined my own dream wedding. I was brought out ofmy thoughts as the last few members of the class arrived and I went totake my seat. I sat next to one of my friends in this class, DezzieCalderona. He had been waiting for me while I talked with Mss Wright."So Mss. Wright is engaged, huh?" he. "Wow,you took to that like a snake-hipped duck to water! You were great! Yousaid you couldn't dance" I can't, but that really struck a chord with me. It was more than themusic and the moves, it was great to be part of the group. It felt sogood. And the other women were so welcoming and friendly. You know, Iwas worried they might think I was just there to ogle, and I admit, as astraight man I couldn't help but notice I was surrounded by lithe womenin lycra, but the best part was getting into the. Got itprincess?"I nodded my head feebly and held back the tears. In my mind I tried tothink of ways to stop this. To revolt. But I didn't do anything. I juststood there in my new heels and looked at myself. And listened. The girlsstood behind me on either side and I could see them in the mirror too.My little sister began to speak:"Okay Mark. Oops I mean Megan. Here is what you are going to do. When thedoorbell rings you are going to answer it. We will keep the lights justdim enough so the. K.?” “Yes it was fine.” “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. We ladies like to take our time to get ready.” “No, it’s fine.” But, as the evening unfolded, he began to relax and enjoy talking to Chrissie. She was warm and friendly and they laughed and chatted their way through the courses. They swapped stories of their ex partners, holidays, favourite music, family, between mouthfuls of pasta and sips of wine. During the main course a beeping came from her handbag. She quickly type in a message.