The noises that consumed me a few moments ago have disappeared and all I can hear now is the beat of my jittery heart. (God I feel sick) but it’s tr...ue therefore it has to be said. Most of us have the power to choose certain things nowadays, we have the power to choose who we date, who we want to speak to every day, who will be our friends for a long time to come, and who we will only call if things start to go wrong, there’s just one thing we don’t have the power to choose and that one thing is. My body gyrated, gyrated, shook, shook and rolled, rolled. I moved my shoulders in rhythm with my pelvis, hip circled, shoulder wobbled. Hand crawled on left breast, left hip and the curve of round buttocks and same thereafter on right breast, right hip and buttocks again. With the rhythm of the music I rippled of my body, turned hands over my head and jerked my breasts wildly with each movement. I was dancing completely nude and without any shame. I danced rhythmically with the music. And Rita was a firefighter’s wife. Julie Spears, Andrew’s wife, told Rita once that wives had a job too, an important support role. Mitch and Rita were newlyweds at the time, invited over for a barbecue. The women were inside cutting up vegetables for hamburgers. Julie’s eyes were pink from slicing an onion. “If it wasn’t for us,” Julie said as she wiped a tear with the back of her hand, “they wouldn’t be able to go out and do their jobs day after day. They couldn’t stand it.” Eventually, what. “N-n-nooo” she lied, her eyes dropping to his twitching midsection, drawn to it like a magnet.Moving closer, standing right against her knees, Max continued “Hmmm, I’m not so sure. Lean forward, and tell me again that you were not turned on watching Niki get fucked like a bitch in heat”.Jenny darted a glance at his face. If she leaned forward, her face would be ‘right’ there. After a long moment, during which Jenny considered just getting up and moving away - likely pissing both Max and Mike.