Iheld her hands and started pulling her in. She smiled atme. We started dancing. And we just started dancing closer,and closer, and closer until we we...re pressing againsteach other. Two songs later we were moving our hands allover each other. One song later we found ourselves onthe dark plush couches that make this disco so great. Myhand had slipped up her shirt and was cupping her smallbreasts. She looked at me and had a smile on her face. Iknow that smile; she’d gotten around the block. "Oh, sorry, or at least I guess I should say sorry to Chloe for doubting her, but she certainly won't be expecting a party and you're right about not having any friends yet" she replied wistfully."Well we'll just have to have a special dinner. Guess there's no point in asking you her favourite food, but what do you think she'd like to have for something special and don't think cheap, it's my shout" he said smiling at her to soften his words, understanding her probable reluctance to suggest. We all were shown our dorms and were laid upon some ground rules. We could bunk in any of the rooms allocated to our bunch. We were free to go around the lake at night and do as we please. All of us gathered for dinner and drinks over a bonfire. It was getting late and the folks were singing and dancing around the bonfire. I’m not the kind who likes listening to thrash music, I picked my beer and earphones, headed out towards the lake and turned on my jam of some classic rock numbers. There was. If I hadn't known better I would've thought it was a different woman in there." Yeah, Emma can be a bit of a wildcat. Last night she was particularly loud though." I had been curious about why but hadn't had a chance to ask her what was up. I would never have admitted that to John though. No telling what kind of shitty theories he might come up with about that."Well, if you ever find you can't handle her, you could always let her visit my room. I'd be happy to give her a go while you rest.".