--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leslie Hammond’s house was more of an esta...e. She was spoiled and a slut and a bitch. But everyone came to her parties. Even me, apparently. I could hear the beat pulsing from the house as soon as we were through the front gates. And the volume doubled as we entered the door, squeezing through the mess of bodies squirming and grinding together. Everyone seemed wet. Did they pour beer over. It was more like sharing than lecturing."Like guilt, right?" Yes, but I think regret can be much worse. It's like when you do themost embarrassing thing of your life, and you think 'Oh, if I could onlyturn back the clock.' But a hundred times worse than that."Well, I wasn't exactly regretting some of the things I'd done, at leastnot yet, but what Sharon said definitely made me feel guilty about them."And when you do meet that one special man," she continued, "and youknow he's the one you'll. "Is that music from where you're from?"Kalliste nodded."It sounds, I don't know, complex." It's an old piece. You wouldn't believe how old."Anna looked at the way everything had been pushed back from the floor. Something clicked deep in her mind. "Kalliste, were you dancing?"Kalliste looked down, nodding."Alone?" Some dances are best done alone, Anna." But... why?"Kalliste shrugged. "It's in my blood." She sighed and sat on the table in the corner of the room. "Crete, dance, life, they're all. When I got back I saw her again. She was walking down the street in a short black dress and her hair was blowing in the wind.I went back home and worked out for three more hours and ate lunch. I went out for another run trying to stay in shape because I was going to try to become a cop for ward 8.I saw her again. I ran past her and heard her talking to some man. I found out her name was Ashley. She was so beautiful her long hair blowing in the wind.Later that day I went to the store and saw her.