Listening to Father and the Duke talking reminded me that I would now have two Dukes in my family. Watching my mother fussing over Aidan made me wonde...r if she had been told of his origins. The proud smile she gave me while holding him told me she had.That night, I had just removed the Duchess’ robe when there was a knock on my door. Quickly throwing on my own nightshirt, I answered the door, worried the Duke might have Aidan who was looking for his next meal. Instead, I found my sister, arms. The person I saw was female, about 6 foot tall, long and thick blonde hair (and I did check, the blonde was natural), kind of Nordic-looking. I looked down at my body. Well-shaped from what I could tell, large breasts, narrow waist. Great. But this was the wrong body for me. I should be-- what? It was only then I realized that I didn't know what I was supposed to look like. I had no idea whatsoever. All I could tell was that this body was unfamiliar. Not better nor worse than what it should. “It’s a Latin dance, a cross between a Meringue and a Salsa, which originated in the Caribbean,” explained Maria. “Primarily all the moves are in the closed position, bodies touching from the hips down. It’s a very intense dance, very passionate.”“Sign me up,” said Jim, “I’m all about touching bodies.”“Jessica will be here for her lesson Monday evening; if you could come then, you could meet her and find out if she will accept you as her partner.”Jim was at the dance studio as soon as Maria. Williams assumed I was accepting the terms of the deal he was offering. He reached over and placed his hand on my leg just above my knee."I flinched a little. No one had ever touched me in a sexual way before. It kind of sent shockwaves through me. I stared down at his big, black hand on my leg and I was terrified of where I knew this was going. I mean, well ... you know. It's scary. This wasn't a fantasy. This was the real thing."His hand began to slowly creep up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.