“You suck at this.”“Dude, shut up,” said Matt. He felt a pop. Sharon gave a sigh of satisfaction.“Ooh,” she breathed. “One down, three t... go.”He started on the next hook. Just as he almost had it, Sharon started to squirm, she grabbed him by the back of his head and smushed his face into her cleavage, moaning loaudly.“Mmmf! Mrrrm!” he grunted. “What the hell?”“What? You think when you’re getting hot and heavy that everything’s just going to stop while she patiently waits for you to get her bra. He graciously responds with another "Well, uh, yeah, okay."I look around for Henry and notice that he's now dancing with the principal. There's a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to face a man who introduces himself as Edward, the father of one of the girls in attendance, and asks if I'd like to dance.My new partner and I chat idly; he's a proficient dancer and is surprised when I suddenly gasp and jump."I'm so sorry. Did I step on your toes?" No, no, not at all. I'm just not used to these. Beep! Robert wheeled around to see a small Toyota car tailing him. The driver pulled up next to him and rolled down the window. “Hey there cowboy.” she said in a teasing tone.“Ms. Woolson!” Robert exclaimed. “Need a ride home?” Robert stammered. “Uh, not really, I don’t live that far-” Ms. Woolson laughed. “No more future sex for you then!” She started to pull away when Robert ran after her car and tapped her window. She stopped the car and winked at him. She opened the locks to her passenger. "But, we are almost done now," she said. "Okay, Okay," I said. "Your a real slave driver, you know," I told her. "Damn straight, don't make me get out my bullwhip!" she said sharply. I saw my opportunity and jumped on it, "That might be fun actually," I said giving her a look of approval. "I don't mind a little discipline from a pretty lady," I told her. There was a pause for a moment as we looked at one another. "You better be careful what you say mister, or you might really get a whipping,".