We all had a ball anyway. The music was so infectious it had us all bopping away in a series of jerky uncoordinated movements. It seemed to define who... we really were in a way. Our parents just sat and watched, laughing and making comments about how ungainly we all looked but how good it was to see that unlike their day where the boys stood at one end of the dance hall and the girls at the other, each too frightened to make the first move. To their amazement, it seemed everyone here was. “See? I think you can tell how sure I am about this now.” Rob felt her wetness and added a second finger alongside the first. Denise moaned and leaned on Rob for support as her legs became weak. Their tongues found each other in a heated kiss as he continued to massage her. She broke the kiss, “Tell me there’s somewhere more comfortable than this. This is great and all, but I need ... more.”He withdrew his fingers and motioned for her to follow him up the stairs, “Allow me to show you my office. Probably not the best crowd to go running into looking the way you do.” I squint down the beach and spot a small group swarming on the sand, with a larger bunch of splashing figures in the water. “Do they know it’s only 6 a.m? Kind of early for drinking.” “I think their condition is left over from last night. I work at the bar and know some of those guys…they generally shut it down. And when they’re drunk, they don’t seem to understand the word ‘no’.” “Ahh…got it.” I grin at him. “I guess. Sunday, she reflected quietly to herself. It’s been a long week…. All those finals… She didn’t want to even think of what her grades would be like. Her stomach tied into a knot at the very thought. ‘Well, what can you expect,’ she muttered to herself as she nodded in greeting to the driver, ‘If you don’t study you’re not going to do well. Whatever. I shouldn’t think of this right now. It’s harshing my mellow.’ It was Sunday, her weekly trip to visit her boyfriend, Seff. At least the wait for.