As he dipped me for the ‘finale’ people clapped and cheered. I blushed beet red. I was glad he had told me to close my eyes as I am not sure I cou...d have danced realizing everyone was watching us.Kate came rushing over and blurted, “Meg, I did not realize you were such a good dancer. That was magnificent where did you learn to dance the Kizomba?”“The what?”“What you were dancing is called Kizomba.”“Kate, my love, I didn’t even know that. Was I really dancing that… Kizomba?”“You were and it. He was going to get harder to trick after that one.We played for a few more minutes and between my speed and his reach there were no more fouls. Finally I was blocked, unable to spread my arms to opposite sides of the mat; he called my foul gleefully.I looked at him with big, innocent, schoolgirl eyes, batting my lashes. "What do you want me take off, Sir?" I asked breathily. "I could start with the stockings ... unless ... you know ... you want me to leave them on? They are part of a matching. “Hello,” I answered. “Hi, is this Steve? This is Judy Swann. You bought my car a few months ago?”“Hi, Judy. Yes, this is Steve. What’s up?”“How’s the car doing?” “It’s doing great. I’ve done some cleaning and a bit of repainting on it. New floor mats.” “Oh, that’s great,” she almost giggled. This was feeling odd. “I know this may sound strange, but could you swing by today or tomorrow? I think I may have left something in it and want to check. You remember where I live?” Odder and. . if at all. As heclimbed gingerly into his car, he made it a point to ask Cassie to putextra lotion on him when she changed him today.He pulled into the parking lot at the gym and grabbed his purse anddiaper bag. He glanced around as he got out of the car, at least Robinwasn't there today, she had made arrangements to go to lunch with thewoman they had talked with earlier in the break room - whatever her namewas.He walked through the door to the gym. The receptionist, as usual, wassmiling.