’ Fletcher answered, ‘Well it’s complicated.’ His demeanor flipped from serious to silly. He pinched his daughter’s nose, ‘I don’t want ...o confuse your fuzzy headed girl’s brain right now.’ Marion knew her father, and she knew when it was time to shift gears, ‘Look.’ She pinched him back and said, ‘I’m going to make you tell me later anyway. Right now I’m going to clean up and change. Then I’m going to the mall and hang out with the girls.’ Before Fletcher could offer any remonstration she was. Breathing exercises. Exercises I could see only too well from my position. I had been rolled over onto my back and now Julia leaned over me, her bosom literally heaving with demand for air. It was as difficult as anything I could remember doing to look up from that so-graceful set of curves to meet Julia's eyes glowing softly in the dim light of our night candle. "I . . . would hardly . . . call it . . . sleep," I gasped. "Perhaps your corset is just too tight," she. Like I said every time I make a payment the interest goes up. I’d have you quit your day job and work full time but even so, there’s no way you could make that kind of money by this weekend.”“What about the car?” she asked.“I just got it a couple of days ago on one of those deferred payment plans. The finance company owns the car ... not me!”She racked her brain but could come up with nothing.“If only we had something to sell.”The look he gave her was odd. She had not seen that look before, but. They were both regulars, but not regulars who joined us at the tables. They were there maybe twenty minutes before one of them got up and went over and fed some coins into the jukebox. She went back to her booth and sat through two songs before getting up and heading for our table. I'd seen her a dozen times, but I had never talked with her or danced with her. I didn't even know her name, but she walked right up to me and said:"Let's dance."Five foot five and maybe 125 pounds and long black.