I nodded and she let it fall back in place. "Now as I run my hands along my dress, I want you to adjust yours to match. Feel the weight of it on my ...ody. Feel how it is tight at my waist and how it presses my breasts together and upward. Feel the air flow under it as it moves." She stopped and looked at me for a second. "You are doing well except that you still think your clothes are a part of you. You must learn to separate parts of yourself between feeling and unfeeling. We will start. Carlos and Maria’s easy going manner helped me relax and I was able to get into the groove more than I would have expected. Lynn was more of a natural and needed little coaxing. After a period of time, we were instructed to change partners. It was my turn to dance with Jill. I walked up to her and offered my hand. She accepted and we began to move together in time to the music. This quiet, reticent woman seemed to somehow come alive on the dance floor. Those eyes which seemed so intense yet. Gus" - another stepped forward, and I thanked him the same way - "covered the whorehouse paint job." - they all laughed at that - "Andy" - another farmer that I thanked - "came up with the engine and Al" - I shook his hand, too - "took care of getting it rebuilt. Tommy Smithers" - absent from the group - "chipped in by paying for getting the mechanical cleaned up and fixed. Bill, over there, spent some of his free time taking care of the bodywork. The title is in the glove box, and you've got. The lights flickered twice and they imagined it was a signal that the show was about to start. Cindy suggested that since they were old friends it would be nice to switch partners and let Don sit with her while Greg sat with Bette."There's no fun," she chuckled, "in seeing a show like this with your own husband."Bette looked at Don and was surprised in a way to see the look of eagerness on his face as he looked at the luscious Cindy. What the hell, she thought, what was sauce for the goose was.