Her room had been freshly decorated and she wanted to get the finishing touches -new curtains and maybe some matching cushions.As she neared the stop,... she noticed a familiar figure waiting for the bus as well. She stood by him, "Nice day isn't it?" she said. The old man grunted a reply. 'Obviously wants to keep himself to himself this morning, maybe he'll be more cheerful soon' she thought as the bus pulled into the stop. She boarded behind the old man and heard him give his destination 'the. I went back to her to make her comfortable with her bed and room. I removed all stuffs from her bed corners like towels, and her few dresses and she lay down and I kept water for her near her bed, if necessary.I bid her good night and was returning to my home, my eye got stuck in one of the open drawer of her dressing shelf in beside of her bedroom room. I went to close it but was surprised to see some dildos and sex magazines. I closed the drawer and came back home. That night I was nude from. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring at her when she turned around. I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four. “I haven’t danced in I don’t know how long. I may have forgotten.”“It’s like riding a bike, once you learn, you never forget.”The music was fast and once Connie adapted to Mark’s dance style as she followed his lead easily. She was light on her feet and quick to react to Mark’s dance moves. The second dance was a slow one and Connie positioned herself so that Mark’s right foot would go between her thighs when he stepped forward. Mark figured this out quickly and moving forward was his favorite.