He let Billy off at his house and then turned the car back toward town, instead of driving his sister home.“Hey! Where are we going, Jerry!” Julie...asked, glancing at her brother’s smiling face.He ignored her question and patted the seat close beside him.“Come sit closer, Julie.”“I’m okay over here,” Julie whispered against the cold window glass. She had moved up front after they had let Billy off. She didn’t like the tone of Jerry’s voice, nor his grin, nor the fact that they were moving. She hadn't thought to talk about seats, because she had watched Roger and Jane go through their disappointing exercise, along with Tiffany and Chuck, who also couldn't get seats together.As she sat, glancing out the window, she figured that, later, when the plane was in the air, she'd go find Woody, exclaim loudly about seeing her long lost friend, after "all these years" and beg whoever was sitting beside him to let her catch up on old times. She pulled her book out of her bag. She hadn't. Being married meant I was no longer on the market so even if a man gave me a look that’s as far as it went. I know, I know. That is how it is supposed to be. But here I am, 36 years old, and I felt like I was watching everything from the sidelines. My single girlfriends had all the fun and excitement. Guys would buy them a drink; shower them with attention and affection. They had the fun of picking out whom they would take home and whom they would pass over. Sure, I had fun when I was out but. Nervously, she admitted that she did.The Bossman ordered up some music. When the music started, he took Melinda in his arms and began to dance with her. The Nigger pulled her close and when Melinda tried to maintain some space between them, he quickly crushed her body tightly to his.Melinda could feel the hardness and heat of his crotch pressing against her soft belly.When the second song started, a second nigger took her in his arms. He was a smooth dancer, and although he held her tightly.