.."She whirled and held up her hand, palm facing him. "Don't say a word!" she barked."But..." Not one word!" she looked stern. She went to the stereo ...in the bookcase and began fiddling with the radio. Soft music came out and she came back to him. "Dance with me" she said. "One last dance. The perfect end to a perfect night."Surprised and relieved, he took her in his arms again. They swayed and his hands were once again on her naked back. He couldn't help it. His hands went lower ... lower .... I’d been sore on Sunday, but for some reason, every time she pushed her tush up against me now, I hardened.We got through the day and Wednesday she survived the second half of the test. We’d find out the results in a few weeks when they expected Cindy to register for classes. The test was supposed to show where a student should focus in order to round out her education before graduation. My first NSRE convinced Mr. Gieseke I should be taking calculus regardless of what my interest was.We got. . Wait.False alarm.Yes.That had to be it. Sometimes women missed a period, then things went back to normal. And, she'd been under stress, what with the prom and Ai and life in general. That was it.But ... it might not be.Slowly, her small hand went to her belly."Bill..."Bill actually liked dances.Oh, he still played the "I don't do that" card, made Julie work to get him to dress up and go out, but over the years he'd come to really enjoy not just the dancing, but the whole social scene. He. There now. hold it ... holding on to your penis, hee hee.” She reached forward and took hold of my stuff gently, squeezing.“See? NOT so bad. No need to be so nervous. I won’t hurt you.”Siza was again in charge because she was massaging the most sensitive thing anybody ever had done to me, period. I didn’t move but kept looking down and then around to see if we were exposed. She got behind me, warm hands and lifted my T-shirt. I just complied but I certainly don’t know why. I should have been.