I put on a red silk dress with thigh high boots. I put my hair in bunches because I knew the person that I had my eye on liked younger girls. I walked...into the office and everyone stared at me, even the old ladies…But I had my eye on somebody so other people would have to wait.Suddenly I heard that old guy talking at the bottom of the stairs. I got wet just thinking about what he would think when he saw me. When he climbed the stairs and saw me, his mouth opened slowly.The day dragged on and. What was THAT all about?"Oh, don't worry yourself, Sweetie," Melissa responded, still looking intently at her daughter and raising one eyebrow in an unspoken message--I know you are up to something, the look said silently. "Your father and I need to get some rest after a long week and after the drive down here. We'll have plenty of time tomorrow and Sunday, and even part of Monday. It IS Labor Day weekend, after all."Brendan stepped over to shake Dee's hand and then moved to give Brooke a hug. Satisfied, I open the door and make my way to the kitchen. Peter, my nine-year-old son, is already sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. He is wearing the uniform required by his new school: white turtleneck, navy jumper, and black patent-leather loafers. Navy semisheer tights complete the outfit quite nicely. His naturally curly auburn hair is pulled back in a ponytail. "Wow, daddy, you look beautiful," he says with a smile. "Thanks, sweetie," I answer, not a little pleased. . It was incredibly sweet.One thing I knew for sure: he could never lie to me. He did insincerity so badly.I began to see some of why this might not be fun for him. It was too loud to talk effectively. People were trying to impress each other with their clothing, their drinking and their dancing. Their faces took on masks of enjoyment for each others' consumption just like Jeff's was for mine.I enjoy dancing around with complete freedom. But it doesn't compare to dancing cheek to cheek.I loved.