Dancing!There were hundreds of couples on the floor dancing. The spinning mirror globe overhead sparkled and flashed, and hundreds of feet lifted and ...stomped, and a multitude of throats let loose high-spirited yelps of unadulterated joy. There wasn't a single woman to be seen."I must... I m-u-s-t BECOME!" The music, that magnificent music blasted out in concentric waves and shattered into crystalline fragments against the far distant walls.On the platform in the center of the hall, two backlit. "His head snapped around to face her. "How much?" Fifteen thousand."There was a long moment of silence. Kevin emitted a low whistle as he exhaled and his eyes dilated. "Fifteen thousand dollars?" Yes."He swallowed, then shook his head. "Fifteen thousand for what, a day's work?" Maybe two, but the shoot won't take more than a single weekend at most."He was now torn. They both knew how much the money would help, yet the thought of his lovely wife baring herself for every man in America ate at his. "That would be nice," Jacqi smiled, watching me return with our drinks.Introductions were made, and soon I was leading Jacqi out onto the dance-floor as the horns from a new band started playing one of my favorite songs; 'Swing Angel' by the Benny Goodman Orchestra.Jacqi told me that she was from the mid-west, near Chicago. She was had been visiting family members with her mother and son and was supposed to return home earlier that day. However, the flight had been over- booked, and she was. " In a different situation or coming from anyone else's mouth, the words might have had a biting edge to them, but not in this case. The twosome who knew how to work hard decided to play hard as well, and their playful banter was proof of just that.At the sight of Ally's awkward stance at the tee, Ben slapped his forehead. "No, no, no! You'll never get anywhere swinging like that!" NOW who's being the hot-shot," Ally teased, raising her eyebrows."Let me show you how a pro does it," Ben said,.