She laughed again, the thought of his face seeming to be hilarious to her. “Which do you think will drive him crazier?”“I think he’ll assume t...hat they’re yours,” I confided. “Give me your number and I’ll text you to let you know what happened.”She gave me a knowing smile. “You could have just asked for my number,” she pointed out.“I don’t like to put pressure on people,” I reminded her. “If I’d asked for it yesterday, you’d assume that I was gonna use it to hit on you.”“And you’re not?” she. I'm actually looking forward to it. The sun will be a nice change, and maybe I'll come home all darkly tanned like a Saracen warrior. I'd look nice with a tan don't you think?"Genevieve momentarily envisioned the young man naked -- on her bed. For a moment she could see his well-muscled body all tan and hard. For a fleeting instant in her minds eye she could see his young manhood rising into a smooth mahogany pole, expanding... glistening... throbbing."... Hey, a pence for your thoughts!". She’d seen Rick and Dianna, too. Ever since Miss Conklin arranged for her to get fucked by Rick’s father, she’d been wondering what it would be like to go to bed with Rick. She’d been thinking about asking Miss Conklin if she could arrange a foursome with the two men. The thought of the four of them in the same bed made her a little fluttery inside. Then she saw Rick with Dianna Hillman and experienced another surge of jealousy. ‘What’s with Rick?’ she asked Matt. ‘What do you mean?’ Matt. People go there to dance and happen to drink between dances.They had a live band, which would play the whole panorama of Latin music. But the highest percentage of the music would be Salsa, high-energy, hip-swiveling, infectious music. The time and money spent on dance lessons would be put to good use.I arrived just after eight and, while not fully crowded, the place was in full swing. The dance floor abounded with people who had looks on their faces that said, "It doesn't get any better than.