BARN DANCEKnowing that Chester danced gave me the inspiration. Third Friday every month, 7:30, Store Shed 19, a country hoedown, I mentioned to Cheste...r. “I’ll ask around and see who else is going.”Diane laughed, “Barn dance?” but said it sounded like fun, though she admitted to only a city girl’s idea of barn dancing. Chester would be there and he knew how, I told her. When I promised her there’d be no cows or hogs, I had to add that it was a joke.A barn dance is about as safe as a social can. We talked about classes starting soon and laughed about little things that had happened over the summer. Every so often Shirley would scoot across the floor and offer me a sip of wine from her glass, which had been my glass earlier.When the bottle was empty, we went to bed, Marcy on a sleeping bag in the front room, Shirley and I in the bedroom. The golf glove was missing but her T-shirt and panties may as well have been a chastity belt. Even our goodnight kiss was brief, but we went to sleep. The whole problem, at that time, was she wasn’t sure what that difference was. What she knew, for sure, was that she was going to find out. She’d be ready at the time he stated, dressed to kill, and she was going to figure it all out. Put the arrogant ass in his place. HA! Chloe’s feeling of giddiness was building. He would be calling soon. She needed to ready the room, the bed, and cease the day dreaming. She grabbed a bath towel from the rack and spread it across the bed. She placed her. 'No need to rush' she thought and in doing so sat herself down on the wooden slats, she could feel them pressing against her, through her coat. Not sensuous, yet reminding her of her existence, stimulating her presence in the here and now. Her attention focused on the surroundings. Faint fragrances, subtle colours in the sky and the vegetation. She thought 'I feel quite chilled', and immediately shivered, making her smile at the humour of it. Down below, on the bottom path, she noticed two.