M. I was to go do some special training in the next town. I told my wife I would probably be late and I would call on the way home. She knew these tra...ning exercises always take longer than scheduled. She warned me that it was supposed to be a scorching hot day that day, and for me to drink lots of water. I packed up all my gear, loaded up my truck, gave her a kiss, told her I loved her, and off I went. At one o-clock, the group of us that were to attend this special training exercise was told. Or been caught watching her walk away, perhaps even with her husband arm in arm. She never once let on though, and I had to respect that.It was one afternoon that she finally knocked upon my door. I saw her oversized humorous glasses and flower print dress through my peek hole. Of course I immediately opened it, "Oh Mr. Gardner may I use your phone, the workers... ?"Smiling pleasantly I interrupted, "Please come in Barb," she raised an eyebrow at the shortened use of her first name, "the phone. Those dresses do not give much, and neither do these bridesmaiddresses, so if you're willing to give this a try, I'd take you downthere to we can see if we can make this work. Worst case it doesn't fitthen I'll need to go break the news to my daughter about Carrie and noone would have to be the wiser that we gave this a try." Well I let your daughter dress me up a few times for fun, so I guess ifI need to do it for the people that saved me from drowning andhypothermia, then how could I not?". And dancing. That Cajun stuff made my foot tap and Derek saw it. “C’mon,” he said. “Rachel says to teach you to dance.”I looked over at Rachel, questioning in my expression. She smiled and nodded.Cajun two-step is NOT one of those vertical seduction things. I was almost winded and quite definitely euphoric after a couple of them. When they backed off to a waltz, Derek dumped me on my butt for a chance to dance with Rachel, and THEY did a barely PG-rated version of a waltz.The quandary arose.