" So you conveniently text me while you're relaxed, in bed, lonely, and likely wearing something you feel good in?" And maybe had a glass of wine." Sm...... That's a recipe for you making bad decisions then." Whatever, you're just horny..."This conversation continued letting me know that in fact, she was lonely, horny and used our conversations as stimulation atleast on a mental level. The seed had been planted. The next day, I changed my tact. She contacted me late again and I told her,. My dancing is compelling to many women. I'm relaxed, I move as the music inspires me and I'm uninhibited about how I move.It's not that I'm imbued with a surfeit of confidence; I just don't care what anybody else thinks. For dancing, it works. In other areas of my life, it's not so helpful.I've worked hard at swing and once I get started, women ask me to dance with them.As the evening wore on I danced with a potpourri of women, several of them for more than one dance.I had an especially good. She had been on the plump side and didn't lose her baby fat until she was almost finished with high school. She didn't date much, between her weight and braces on her teeth, not many offers for dates came along. After high school the braces came off and so did the baby fat. She had grown into quite a beautiful woman. A year in secretary school got her a good job at a local company, where she met her future husband. After two years of dating they married and she gave Steve something special for. Watson, you know my mother always told me that thinking of things that make you sick really does make you literally sick in the end. I’m guessing that’s what happened with John. I only just found out but…he’s been going through a rough time isn’t he?” William said without taking his eyes off John. “Yes, you could say that…” Sharon said with a hint of hesitation. William could tell that Sharon was trying her best as a mother to be tactful. To him, her awkwardness and hesitation.