Until I met Lynn, I felt the same way about ballroom dancing. Lynn somehow had remarkably persuasive powers over me. Probably something to do with the... fact that she was a hot looking, athletic woman who was good in bed. It was not hard for her to get me to do almost anything and she knew it. So, when her and I went down to the local dance studio and enrolled ourselves in ballroom dance classes, I did have my misgivings. In the back of my mind I somehow thought this was only going to end up with. "I wonder what Lisa will say when she sees me like this," Amy chuckled toherself, imagining the look on her friend's face.Then Amy paused, suddenly realizing that in this new reality Lisa wasn'ther friend...but an ex girlfriend. She was the first girl that Amy...that Adam had ever kissed. However that had been last year and they'dbroken up since then.Amy let out a sigh of disappointment, especially as she remembered whatit had been like to kiss Lisa. She'd like to try that out for real. " How long had it been since he'd had a beer with a pretty girl? "Yeah, some of those guys don't like letting the girls have the gym." She did smell good."You didn't make other plans? We don't have to." She couldn't hide her disappointment."No, no. Just old age. If I don't write it down, it's forgotten." He packed his briefcase and smiled at her. "Let's go get a beer. Where do you want to go?" Something nearly forgotten stirred within him, something vaguely arousing."Not my bailiwick. I live. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world.I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from the site of our tryst, to the coolness of the house I had had built in a Roman style.She hesitated as if frightened by the sudden change of light. A gently guiding hand at the small of her back motivated her.