But the night that we danced I found her breathtakingly beautiful, and I found myself thinking about her after we said goodnight. I put my thoughts i...nto words, partly to get them out of my head. We danced on Friday; I wrote what is below on Saturday morning and printed it out. . For a Dancing Lady I love the way you move so gracefully, As if you had no weight upon your feet. That liquid motion, beautiful to see Is only one of. " I know ... I'm sorry. Dad wasn't feeling good, so I stayed around to help out. I knew you would worry, but..." No, don't apologize. I'm glad you're alright. What's wrong with your dad?" Just feeling sick, just a cold or flu, but he didn't feel up to getting out of bed for a couple of days. He was doing better when I left, though. I came back as soon as I could." I know." He let out a relieved breath that felt like it had been held for days. "I really missed you." He hugged her and kissed her. My bad I smiled at her and said I will come by lunch break to which she told me to come after school to home. I asked her what about her husband. She said he will come home late today. I was overwhelmed​ I don’t know what to do whether to hug her or not.She told me in a sexy voice to go to class now.I was eagerly waiting for the school to get over. Then after school, I waited for her at the school gate and we both talked and walked to her house. Once we entered her house I started to kiss her. " After all this? What would keep you awake?"I thought about it; I was tired, but tense and impatient. "Thinking about all the things we talked about. Worrying, I guess. Wanting it to change, or... wishing it were different." You can't change what's happened, hon."I yawned again. "No. I guess not." You're at a disadvantage, not knowing what a father is. I don't know myself what it means to have one, in the way most people do. But I am a teacher, and I did learn things that helped me. I don't.