Another momentary silence. Her cheeks were wet and cold. For that matter, the lower half of her body, which at the moment was her feet, shins, and fac...e, were all wet. Her whole body was cold, and ached, and she just wanted to go home and make herself a hot cocoa and have a bath.The engine started.Jane tried to convince herself that it was all some elaborate practical joke, that any minute now one of her friends woud turn out to be right next to her, one of her cute guy friends who gave her tips. The loose tails of her blouse covered her butt, but the slightest breeze managed to give a guy a short glimpse of a very fine ass working against the stretched denim fabric of her shorts. She was carrying her flip-flops by one finger over her shoulder. It was unlikely she’d ever put them on though. She spent most of the day even around a barnyard area barefoot. Looking down I noticed she had already darkened the bottoms of both feet. The pond was maybe a hundred or so feet across. “No, we never danced like that on the ranch where I grew up. There were many traditional tribal dances and also some square dances, but not any Irish dances,” he told me.“It looks like we’ll need to take dancing lessons, if we’re going to remain with Clan O’Connell,” Frank remarked as he joined us.“Yes, it would appear that way,” I admitted, just a bit jealous of Margie and her Clan members. The second dance was performed to the music of ‘Pigeon on the Gate’, and the third dance to ‘Bonnie. Not only was my marriage crumbling, but I had also lost a baby. One year ago, I had given birth to a daughter, Christina Alicia. She was beautiful when I held her in my arms. But eight months later, she had a fatal birth defect and later died. After that, I was told I couldn't have anymore children. That devastated me. Next thing you know, my husband hasn't touched me. I sat at home in my underwear. Then, Nick came over to see me. He looked at my tear-stained face and kindly asked, "What's.