.. I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or ...getting double-teamed after too many shots of fireball. "How do I look?" She turned to Claire for critique, but she really wanted affirmation that she slayed... and she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys would be cross-eyed. ‘No, I lost the bet, and I’m not going to flake out’. When we got home, everyone else was asl**p. She followed me into my room and laid down on my bed, as I sat in my computer chair. After a few minutes of talking about the party, she motioned me over to the bed. I sat on the bed next to her, and she said ‘well, I lost, it’s time for me to pay up.’ so I leaned into her and started kissing her. It was a very hot kiss. I started to feel her up, and it got more intense.To my surprise, she reached. "Francine was 5'1" in shoes and 95 pounds only because of the muscle in her legs."I met her. I think we hit it off. We certainly seemed to communicate without saying much."We talked some more. A lot about dance and her youth training in the studio across town. Some I knew, a lot more I did not. The subject of pain came up. Dancers, it seemed, were a lot like runners. To get good you have to deal with pain, even make friends with it. It was the slow, controlled movements that really could get. Zu gro? waren die Schmerzen in ihrem Ges??, als dass sie darauf h?tte sitzen k?nnen. Ihr Vater zog sie so weit nach vorne, dass ihre Arme frei nach unten hingen. Er nahm das erste Seil, machte eine Schlaufe und lie? diese um ihr rechtes Handgelenk gleiten. Links machte er es gleich. Dann warf er die Seile unter den Tisch hindurch und verband die Enden an den jeweiligen L?ngsseiten des Tisches fest. Ein weiteres Seil legte er doppelt zusammen, wickelte es 3-mal um ihre schlanke Taille und zog.