As I think back now, it was like dancing a tango. As a guy, I wouldnaturally expect to lead the tango, but this was an empujadita move,sweeping my le...g away, putting me temporarily off balance. This wasLiberty nudging or rather pushing me towards femininity.Perhaps she had not been as drunk as I thought the previous evening.Liberty noted in that exchange that having sidestepped my attempt toreturn the lipstick to her, I had not objected to the notion that it wasmy lipstick but gone back to the. " She gasped in surprise at his unexpected praise, her initial terror and dejection now tinged with faint hope!She couldn't read the newspaper that was lying under her bare body. That was the worst thing of all - she guessed it was some sort of Cyrillic writing, maybe Russian but she didn't know. It was on the floor of a horrible, tiny wire cage, not big enough to lie straight in. Caitlin forlornly stared out through the mesh at the group of men playing cards round a nearby table. She could. She pacifiedMom, "Oh, don't worry too much about it. My daughter used to belike her. But look at her now; she's a wonderful housewife withtwo cute babies!"The two women chatted endlessly for a long time. I just stoodquietly, listening to them impatiently. I made an awkward smilewhenever Mom mentioned about 'my' terrible deeds. She shouldreally be nominated for the Oscar's Best Actress Award!"Mom, Dad's waiting in the car..." I interrupted."Oh all right! Such a Daddy's girl isn't she?" my mom. People want to please him, and will do just about anything to do so.There was a lot of laughter then, and a little good natured ass slapping. Then kids put some tunes on, and started dancing and playing pool and ping pong.An hour or so later, one of the girls asked Bentley, “Is that all? Do we just strip to our underwear and dance and stuff?”“Today, yes. Next time, tomorrow, we’ll take it a little further.” He grinned. “Sound good?”“Yeah!” She smiled and high-fived him.As we assembled the next.