He’d never really danced much. “Um huh Ronnie, I don’t really know how to dance.” The older sexy woman poked him playfully in the ribs. Ronnie... grabbed Rob’s larger male hand pulling him up off the bed. The reluctant, but secretly eager young man, made his body a dead weight and half-resisted her playful tugging. Finally Rob stood up and reluctantly followed his sexy neighbour’s lead. He shuffled his feet and twisted his hands nervously. “C’mon it’s easy. Not real dancing. Just hold me and let. ' She grins knowing the accuracy of her statement. The dress was my perfect dream. With its frills, ruffles and lashings of lace I couldn't wish for anything more girlish and youthful. I dreamed of wearing such a beautiful dress but would never admit it. Where these girls doing me a favour? Did Father Christmas exist after all? All these thoughts tore through my head as my trousers were hauled off my legs? I screamed girlishly not wanting to appear too eager. I struggle feebly relishing in. I am the oldest grandson and share a different kind of bond with her. It gets to be pretty late at night when I realize I didn't bring a change of clothes. I tell my nana that I'll go to my house really quick and get some but she convinces me otherwise due to a recent spree of muggings in the neighbor hood. I reluctantly agree and she brings me a clean pair of boxers that I left here the last time I stayed. I walk into a room to change and I hear the shower turn on across the hall. I look out. “From now on things are going to be different. Anyone who lives in this house has to abide by my rules and that is it.” “Honey, she is my mother, and she has had a hard time since Papa passed away. You need to give her some time” she went in a bitchy tone, that she got every once in a while. Her lips were set, as if she was looking for an argument.But he wasn’t going to argue.“If she is going to live here, these are the rules, and that is it. I don’t like it when you get like this. I will have.