"Huh? Oh, it's nothing to do with you. I just sorta agreed to go to dinner with Brian." Which Brian, there's only about half a dozen of them running a...ound." Brian... what was his last name? Hang on, I'll remember it in a sec." You didn't strike me as the air head type. He did tell you didn't he?" Yes, he told me. It's just that I've had a lot going on since then. Corser, Brian Corser, that's it. I remember now."Tom was trying really hard not to laugh at me. I knew I was gonna regret asking. ." Not a problem! I can teach anyone!" And..." Ken thought he would have to admit the truth, or somethingclose to it. "Well, I'm so embarrassed about my figure. I'm so scrawny."Sarah looked at Ken with sympathy. "Oh sweetheart, look at you. Yourfigure is standard issue Russian ballerina. Did you ever notice howgawky they are when not on stage? Your movements are not graceful,perhaps, but we'll work on that. Now here, I'm not going to take 'no'for an answer, so you might just as well give up and. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me. "Fine. Excellent," Drew said. "I like that, Sarah." I'll change out of this uniform while you fix the drinks."She went into the bedroom and kicked off her shoes, the excitement already stirring in her belly. She removed her stockings, unzipped her dress, and called, "Bring it in here, Daddy. I need it." When she heard his footsteps in the hall, she started pulling her dress over her head.Drew stopped in the doorway, a drink in each hand, and watched the young woman's body come into view. God.