I went to a party thrown by a nice girl named Kim. Kim was cute and curvy and, befitting St. Patrick’s day, had a beautiful head of Irish strawberry...blond hair, I was a friend of a friend and we had never met. I had the good sense to get to know the host, and by noon or 12:30, Kim was giving me the proverbial ‘tour’ of her apartment. Of course, we ended up in her bedroom and I think the 2 hours of drinking decreased our inhibitions because light kissing quickly led to our disrobing and placing. “Fine,” she conceded stepping into the light, “Anything else?”. It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, 'DANCE'. The sound resonated through her mind, through the (room?), through her body and she felt it. Unknowingly, her arms started to move away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her whole body started to sway to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her body, her fervour for freedom grew. No longer feeling. " The class laughed and the professor smiled.He asked some questions about what we have done so far. Erica said, "We have decided on the type of company we want to market. We then broke up into groups. One group is collecting price and style data on their main competitors. The other group has already met with the frame shop's management team, and, in addition, interviewed two of the three main vertical markets they serve. We are also interviewing some potential markets that they're not. Stone stood, grabbing Susie's cheek and jaw with a surprisingly strong hand, holding her gaze as an authority look came into her eye. "Now listen to me. First, you're going to enjoy this as much as you can possibly imagine, so quit your bitching. Secondly, remember where you are, and how bad it could possibly get. So behave missy, and do as you're told." The tone of her voice did not lend itself to argument, and Susie meekly slumped onto the sheets, her eyes still petrified with fear of.